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Text: Cranes. Other. Can't Get Free.


She's walking down the street
As she turns away she looks so sweet to you
She looks so cool, she passes by
And now you don't know what to do

If she could see through your eyes
You've been through this a thousand times
And though you really did try
You can't forget those happy times
You wonder to yourself
How come I messed up all the things we had?

How can it be?
Why can't I see?
Just can't get free
It just can't be . . .

You see her every day
Oh but now she's gone
She's really on her way
You should have known
You had your chance
But now she's really gone away

But for her eyes that are blue
There's nothing that you wouldn't do . . .

She's in your heart
She's in your heart
You love her so
I think you know
Oh oh oh

So now you watch her go
There's nothing left to say
She's really on her way
So you go your own way, she goes hers
Yeah yeah, into another day . . .

But for her eyes that are blue
There's nothing that you wouldn't do
You think if she only knew . . .
Cranes