I had ducked out of the rain 
Into Maria's wedding day 
And I sat there with her friends 
And with her family 
And I was happy 

I wasn't someone they'd invite 
Because I didn't know the groom 
Or know the bride 
But when I stood next to her brother 
For the photograph 
He was laughing 

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Sure, I've got pictures of my own 
Of the people and the places that I've known 
Here's one: I'm carrying your suitcase 
Outside of Alphabet City 

But in someone else's life 
Where Maria is a wife 
I'm on the mantle in the corner of the photograph 
Smiling pretty 

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Are you tired of where you've gone? 
And you think you might belong 
In a moment when you step out of the rain? 
And you've ended up in someone else's frame? 
And they're memory now is never quite the same 
And they never even thought to ask your name 

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