| It was a Monday
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| She was driving with the memories in the backseat
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| She was putting on her makeup
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| And as she turned around
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| She saw me
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| I was standing on the corner
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| Wishing I was in the backseat
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| And I said, «Everything's fine»
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| I thought everything’s fine
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| I’m just standing on the corner
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| On this corner of the world
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| And as I gazed into the sky I see a plane
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| And I’ll wonder where it’s going
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| As a place to travel across the morning sky
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| I can see that there are faces watching me out of the window
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| And I wish that I was going in a plane across the sky
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| Watching everything go by
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| Watching everything go by
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| I’m just standing here
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| On this corner of the world
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| Faces disappear
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| From this corner of the world
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| Oh, and everything’s fine
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| Yeah, everything’s fine
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| I’m just standing on the corner
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| On this corner of the world
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| And as I turned and faced the sunrise
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| There’s a couple and they’re walking
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| On the far side of the street
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| They got the baby in their hands
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| I can see that he is watching me
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| I’m standing on the corner
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| Wishing I was just a child
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| With my parents holding hands
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| Wishing I was over here
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| More than they would understand
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| Knowing they would understand
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| I’m just standing here
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| On this corner of the world
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| Faces disappear
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| From this corner of the world
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| I’m just standing here
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| On this corner of the world |