Eliza's in the elevator, finding words that rhyme with sunny
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I think it's funny how she just leaves funny out
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And me, I'm on my way downstairs,
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Gonna gaze and wander aimlessly
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I'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all about
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How I wish it would rain tonight
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I'd find a good excuse to stay inside
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And watch those props come tumbling through the air
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'Cause it's been the worst year of my life
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I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die
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So could you please, could you please, could you please
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Grow out your hair?
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William plays harmonica and guitar
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By the side of the sidewalk
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I'd love to stay and steal his melody
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'Cause he hasn't got an answer to force
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No one cares about his voice
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No, no not a choice
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Sometimes I wish that nobody loved me
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And now I wish I could stab my throat
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Well there goes your wife, your car, your home
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There goes the life I've convinced myself I wanna own
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And Becca you could come back to my clothes
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The note I'll hold is the ones you fold
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Could you please, could you please, could you please
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Grow out your hair?
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Grow it dark and long like the winter
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With no split ends, split ends are like friends
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I don't need them
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If you've got older friends, then I suggest you listen to them
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Cause they're all I want, the world, the fallen hope
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All the prophets on the green grass, they're all in the window
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Yeah my life is just like religion I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh,
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Well they say all bad things come in threes
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Well the last year has made the last three look so easy
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You were supposed to keep the disease between you and me
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So bandage up your wrists,
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throw away your prescriptions
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And baby come back for me, yeah
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my legs gave in on 42nd Lord i think its a hint
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Threes
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