Guitar

I'm sitting by the window of your 32nd floor apartment

Waiting for your phone calls all to end

I'm sitting, watching wind blow, watching time go, watching cars go by

I'm waiting for these memories to begin

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If I threw my guitar

Out the window so far down

Would I start to regret it?

Or would I smile and watch it slowly fall, fall, fall?

Garbage trucks and taxi cabs don't seem like they can reach me here

The clamor of jackhammers seems so faint

Well the way you treat me like the only slightly brings me down a lot

I don't think that I'll ever be the same

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