Elbows on the window sill
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My head against the pane
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You've seen so many grow and die
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But you forgot most of their names
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So I fire that arrow into the great big sky
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And I hope that it never comes down
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Unless you're coming with it
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It's better with you around
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I could drink myself to death tonight
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Or I could stand and give a toast
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To those who made it out alive
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It's you I'll miss the most
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But tonight I'll see my sweetheart
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I've got a fifty dollar bill
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But somewhere in her weak heart
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She knows I never will
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Oh love, it's hard to hide it
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True love, it's hard to find it
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Though I was once beside it
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I've fallen far behind it
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From a tiny room up on Smith Hill
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It's easy to disappear
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It's easier to run off hiding
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Then say "I don't want you here"
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I can't stand to face the facts
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It'd only leave you hurt
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I don't care much for what you have to say
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But I'd like to know what you heard
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Oh love, it's hard to hide it
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True love, it's hard to fid it
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Though I once was beside it
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I've fallen far behind it
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It's a long way free
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You can't tread on me
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And in the morning when you're crying
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You'll see
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Smith Hill
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Deer Tick |