[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Yea Jamie, I m mad at you, cause I m mad at me, for not asking you, did you like to hum while you re making
food, as a record plays in your living room. Does your skin glow in the afternoon, pigeons congregate on a
neighbor roof, do you like to watch while you read a book? Would you give me your avenue?
[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 2]
Well Jamie, Iâve had it with you, and your red hair and your attitude. Youâve got armchairs and cashews,
no cigarettes on your keyboard that you play like you win a fight, punches made of notes that are
floating by as the evening goes, with your little smile when you end a tune. Wonât you give me your avenue?
[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 3]
Yea Jamie, Iâm mad at you cause I m mad at me for not asking you and Iâm going home cause I ve had to choose
between certainty and latitude, in a city full of platitudes, that we navigate largely in solitude what
fortuity to bump into you, so give me your avenue.
[Outro]
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