I sold my piano
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It couldn't come with me
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I locked up my bedroom
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And I walked out into the air
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When nothing I needed
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Is left there behind me
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I walk out through the shadows
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Of Washington Square
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I wandered the highways from Dublin to Berkeley
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And I heard the songbirds of Valley Paurine
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I love like a fountain
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And it left me with nothing
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Just the memories of walking through Washington Square
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Now I live in the shadows
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Where light is electric
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And time is a number
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That rests on a wall
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And nobody knows me
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My friends and my family
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Are as far from this city
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As Washington Square
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So cover this warm night
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In a blanket of starlight
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Then I'll follow this freeway
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Out into the air
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In case you should wonder
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And wanted to find me
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I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square
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I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square
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Washington Square
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Washington Square
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Washington Square
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| Counting Crows |
