Boots on concrete
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Don't slip on the leaves
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Smile at the strangers
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Won't know what you mean
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Clouds like cathedrals
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Night hits the sea
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And I walk to the high light
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Ships gonna take me at midnight
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Storms sounding out like an overture
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It's time to join the marching line
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Take back your list
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You don't know what love is like; a bullet in the chest
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And I never say yes
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Never known a day without a quiet regret
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So I walk to the high light
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Ships gonna take me at midnight
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Storms sounding out like an overture
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It's time to join the marching line; leave it all behind, and join the
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Marching line
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And there's no captain who calls "what's your name?"
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An army of one
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It's just me and a drum
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Do you know a love like a bullet in the chest?
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Ships on grey seas
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Waves keep the time like my heartbeat
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It's an overture
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It's time to join the marching line, leave it all behind and join the
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Marching line
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Fortune tellers, fortune still hurts
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Marching Line
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| Vanessa Carlton |
