[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Yea Jamie, I'm mad at you, cause I'm mad at me, for not asking you, did you like to hum while you're making
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food, as a record plays in your living room. Does your skin glow in the afternoon, pigeons congregate on a
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neighbor roof, do you like to watch while you read a book? Would you give me your avenue?
[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 2]
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Well Jamie, I’ve had it with you, and your red hair and your attitude. You’ve got armchairs and cashews,
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no cigarettes on your keyboard that you play like you win a fight, punches made of notes that are
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floating by as the evening goes, with your little smile when you end a tune. Won’t you give me your avenue?
[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 3]
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Yea Jamie, I’m mad at you cause I'm mad at me for not asking you and I’m going home cause I've had to choose
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between certainty and latitude, in a city full of platitudes, that we navigate largely in solitude what
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fortuity to bump into you, so give me your avenue.
[Outro]
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