Guitar — текст песни (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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