Riding out along the river
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stopping by the pines
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It's nice for someone speaking, to be heard,
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by heart and mind
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Lying on the needle floor
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the city seems so far
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Moving with your eyes and smile,
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your words told who you are
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Sunday grey, one window brings the morning
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And your words, like dawn, have opened up my eyes
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I've been on a sleepy ride without much time for thinking
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'til I spent one evening by your Southeast City
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Window side
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Baby hair a blowin'
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in the Sunday morning air
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Dreaming on another place and time,
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wish we were there
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In your dreams you're far away
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and I'm right behind
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You know, it's nice for someone speaking. to be heard,
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by heart and mind
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Southeast City Window
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Daryl Hall & John Oates |