Guitar

Cake

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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