I'll meet you outside the city halls
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I'll be standing on the steps of the hall
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I'll be waving till I find you
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You said "be there or be square, and meet me outside the hall"
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And how could I refuse
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Such an eloquent misuse of a phrase that I never would
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In the back of your mind you're leaving alone
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But after you leave, you'll be breathing alone
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What could I circle
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Still, by the side of the city halls
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Five minutes is a month in the past
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When no one's waiting to find you
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People stop and stare at me outside the hall
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In other lives we don't succeed
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But the rain in Albion street
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Fills a silence that no words could
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In the back of your mind you're leaving alone
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After you leave, you'll be breathing alone
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What could I circle
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City Hall
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Idlewild |