(Rosanne Cash - John Leventhal)
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The world keeps getting smaller
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'Til it closes 'round my room
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And everything I feel now
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Is hard and fast and true
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My window is a spotlight
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On the madness down below
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It takes a silent figure
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To make this place a home
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And now the candles burn all night
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Without you
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And the moon hangs out of sight
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So blue
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On Seventh Avenue
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I gave you what you wanted
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And it took so many years
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Now I'm just a part of
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The traffic and the tears
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I am not a lighthouse
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Not the answer or the truth
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But the love that I held onto
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Is safe inside this room
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Now the candles burn all night
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Without you
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And the moon hangs out of sight
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So blue
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On Seventh Avenue
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All of the stories from all of our lives
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Are not lost from memories on these streets tonight
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Seventh Avenue
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| Rosanne Cash |
