The people in the street had overtaken you
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By the time you rounded Second Avenue
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So I walked away
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All perfumed
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Felt just the same
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But brand new
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And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues
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The letters stopped unceremoniously in June
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So I changed my I's
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And A's to yours
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I'm just the same
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But brand new
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And I do my best impression of weightlessness, now too
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And I might be wrong, I might be wrong, I might be wrong
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But honey I believed I could
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Float away
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Dangling
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I'm just the same
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But brand new to you
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Just The Same But Brand New
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| St. Vincent |
