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She was only just a girl in a picture |
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But he thought if |
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I could only make her smile |
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Then she'd be mine |
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He'd folded it, re-folded it so many times |
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He'd already lost some of her to the creases |
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Precious pieces |
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He wondered how close he'd ever been to her |
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In this ebb and flow of the distance between us |
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Maybe she got the same bus |
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And he left a trail of string wherever he went |
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When he was sleepin' he tied it to his toe |
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If she crossed it then he'd know |
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But he knew that all was unravelin' |
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And he was bare, stripped of his skin |
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Like the ribs of a broken umbrella |
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Stickin' out of a bin |
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He's pull his collar up against the wind |
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Against those who said that tryin' |
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Was the first step to failin', oh, he was railin' |
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And filled with new found purpose and pride |
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He'd make somethin' of this heady glow |
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Now where would she go? |
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But what do |
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I know 'cause all is unravelin' |
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And he was bare, stripped off his skin |
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Like the ribs of a broken umbrella |
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Stickin' out of a bin |
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But he knew how to fix it, dear |
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Liza, dear |
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LizaWith time's great elixir, dear |
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Liza, dear |
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LizaShe was only just a girl in a picture |
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But he thought if |
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I could only make her smile |
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Then she'd be mine |
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Oh, the thought of being faced with her |
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Gave him the fear and sometimes in the mornin' a tent |
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Oh Lord, give him strength' |
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Cause he knew that all was unravelin' |
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And he was bare, he was stripped of his skin |
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Yeah, he knew that all was unravelin' |
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And he was bare, he was stripped of his skin |
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Like the ribs of a broken umbrella |
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Stickin' out of a bin |
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Stickin' out of a bin |
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Stickin' out of a bin |
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Stickin' out of a bin |
