Spent time far away,
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spent your days lost in grey
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and wishes I suppose
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mean nothing when
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they're tossed away.
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And your form and your face,
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like some place that I knew
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still return to me now.
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Oh well, I suppose
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I've gone beyond
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caring for those
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who think like you.
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And yes, I suppose
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you were that way.
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And yes, I suppose
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I came to find...
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All the way
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to Boylan Heights-
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How are you?
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All the way but not today
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they came looking for me.
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All the way down to the park
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and I never saw you there.
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I Suppose
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| The Conells |
