This circus is falling down on it’s knees
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The big top is crumbling down
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It’s raining in baltimore fifty miles east
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Where you should be, no one’s around
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We need a phone call
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We need a raincoat
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We need a big love
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We need a phone call
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These train conversations are passing me by
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And I don’t got nothing to say
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You get what you pay for
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But still I had no intentions of living this way
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We need a phone call
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We need a plane ride
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We need a sunburn
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We need a raincoat
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And I get no answers
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And I don’t get no change
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It’s raining in baltimore, baby
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But everything else is the same
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There’s things I remember and things I forget
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I miss you I guess that I should
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Three thousand five hundred miles away
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But what would you change if you could?
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We need a phone call
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Maybe I should buy a new car
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I can always hear a freight train if I listen real hard
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And I wish it was a small world
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Because I’m lonely for the big towns
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I’d like to hear a little guitar
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I think it’s time to put the top down
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We need a phone call
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Raining In Baltimore
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| The Junior Varsity |
