Deep in city street broken light flickers on a one way dream
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Cut to movie McGee one night only starring you and me
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Got a penny in my pocket and its turning to dust
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I¡¯m calling all your numbers but your not picking up
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You say that you don¡¯t want me to believe the things that are going round my head
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And you don¡¯t want me to believe the things that other people said about you
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Cause I might agree that what we have is gone
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I hope that I¡¯m wrong
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Act two pouring rain the doors are slamming and you think I¡¯ve gone insane
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Clothes on a rose half dead its lighting up the dark like inferred
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Tears on the sidewalk and I¡¯m all mixed up
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Telling me something but I don¡¯t know what
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You say that you don¡¯t want me to believe the things that are going round my head
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And you don¡¯t want me to believe the things that other people said about you
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Cause I might agree that what we have is gone
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I hope that I¡¯m wrong
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Suddenly I¡¯m staring out my window
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Wishing we could freeze the frame till daylight comes
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Again
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You say that you don¡¯t want me to believe the things that are going round my head
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And you don¡¯t want me to believe the things that other people said about you
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Cause I might agree that what we have is gone
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I hope that I¡¯m wrong
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Wrong
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Christy Carlson Romano |