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Ben Folds - Picture Window |
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We checked into the hospital New Year's Eve |
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Nothing to be done about that |
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Rainbows, daffodils, she's not na?ve |
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Symbolism's all crap |
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There's a big picture window in the room on the ward |
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With a view over Parliament Hill |
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But the view offers more joy than they can afford |
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When there's this much pain to kill |
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You know what hope is |
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Hope is a bastard |
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Hope is a liar, a cheat and a tease |
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Hope comes near you, kick its backside |
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Got no place in days like these |
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The dust, the darkness around; there's still color |
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As the fireworks streak the sky |
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And their window gives them the prettiest picture |
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Their useless luck makes her want to cry |
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Then it turns midnight |
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The shitty whole year's spent |
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Another mom deserves some sparkling wine |
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And she nearly gives into the moment |
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But he'll still be sick in two-thousand and nine |
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And just as she's thinking |
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Of pulling the blind down |
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A rocket bursts in front of her eyes |
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The city lit up like a crown over London |
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And she tries and fails to stop |
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Spirits rise |
