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(gary burr/gerry house)
The sign said synonara in the japanese restaurant
The billboard said there’s no tomorrow in the christ church parking lot
The laundry mat said, you’re all washed up
How can I disagree?
And the street sign
Did everyone know but me?
She must have gone
To a lot of trouble
I got the truth
Right betweent he eyes
Don’t know how she found the time
But between her door and mine
Was a thirteen mile goodbye
Now this can’t be paranoia
It’s just coincidence
At the palace theatre on the corner’s playing
Gone with the wind
And there’s one more grim reminder
Every twenty feet
How come I never noticed
This is a dead end street?
She must have gone
To a lot of trouble
I got the truth
Right betweent he eyes
Don’t know how she found the time
But between her door and mine
Was a thirteen mile goodbye
I see the y in the ymca
I’ve been asking myself that all day
She put a closed sign on every door
Just to proved the point if I wasn’t sure
She must have gone
To a lot of trouble
I got the truth
Right betweent he eyes
Don’t know how she found the time
But between her door and mine
Was a thirteen mile goodbye
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