When we got to Boston
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There was a TV in the room
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You were glowing purple, green, red, black and blue
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And the light in the night slammed the door
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When we went downtown
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All the babies laughed, clapped at our jokes
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And when the doctor called it off
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You ran straight through the snow
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Shut your eyes to see, but you didn't see me
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Down in the dark halls
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We knew that the stark walls said it all
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And for the first time
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I found the lines to a childhood memory:
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"We have the choice to breathe and it's gonna be me"
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And you may think you lost it
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Don't even wonder anymore
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Erase your mind, turn 'round and slowly walk away
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Slam the door
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Dark Halls
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| Au Revoir Simone |
