Out from my window across from the city
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I have what's considered a good view
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Two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain
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Where I walk to break in the new shoes
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She stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxis
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Like horses in parades in passing
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I ask where she's headed she tells me
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"Ohio, I've not seen my mother in ages"
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"It's been a long time, a real long time
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A real long time"
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Out from my window how far is Ohio?
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She laughed and pointed out east
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She said, "I grew up there with my dear mother
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And I haven't seen her since thirteen"
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"You see, I was taken while she lay sleeping
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By my father's hired man
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We moved to city so far from my family
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I haven't been back there since"
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"It's been a long time, a real long time
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A real long time"
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Out from my window please hear me Ohio
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Your daughter wants to come home
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She longs to be with you, to hug you to kiss you
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To never leave her alone
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And I've gotten to know her to live with to love her
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It's hard to see her leave
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She belongs to her mother and the state of Ohio
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I wish she belonged to me
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See you sometime, see you sometime
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See you sometime
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Ohio
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Damien Jurado |