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My Way opens on a black screen with its title in tall gold letters. Then we arrive at a pair of glass doors, where a doorman in a red jacket watches a man walk past with a blue suitcase. Inside is a dining room straight out of a dream, packed with red booths and white tablecloths. Sameer Gadhia, in a shiny blue robe, sits alone at a pink table with a plate in front of him. Nearby, a man in a red jacket and bow tie sits very still in a red chair.
Sameer Gadhia sits by a crackling fire. Playing cards are spread across a glass table. A bartender in a red vest and bow tie smiles from behind the bar. Sameer Gadhia reaches up to a bison head mounted on a green wall. Then he dances, robe flying, across an empty ballroom floor.
He lifts a small ring to his eye and studies it. Sameer Gadhia, in a blue robe, plays a piano beside a curving staircase and tall windows. Back at the bar, he leans in with his eyes squeezed shut. He stands before a teal wall, looking straight ahead. Rows of red booths sit behind glass panels under small lamps.
The mood changes as two women in saris pray in a small room with a bed. A young woman in a sari stands against green leaf wallpaper, looking out. Older women in saris gather close around Sameer Gadhia. The young woman in a sari and Sameer Gadhia walk through the room. He moves through a crowd in a bright, busy room. Men in red jackets gather around a grand piano. He talks on a pay phone in a pink hallway. It is a lush, warm room to get lost in, all red velvet and soft light.
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This could be the ending of us
It could be the falling sun
Sameer Gadhia, in a blue robe, sits in a red booth.
Could have been a classic
Sameer Gadhia, in a blue robe, sits in a curved red booth as a waiter stands nearby.
Fatally attractive, suicidal, kind of love
I was just a kid from nowhere
A bearded man in a red velvet jacket and bow tie sits in a red chair.
Never knew where I belong
You were in the family, house up in the country
Two men in robes sit in armchairs by a stone fireplace with a fire.
Blue blooded american
I'm leaving before the sunrise
Sameer Gadhia, in a blue robe, drinks from a glass.
No need to say our goodbyes
I will be on my way
A mounted bison head hangs on a green leaf-patterned wall.
Baby, I hope you understand
Always seem to want what I can't have
Sameer Gadhia reaches up to a mounted bison head on a green leaf-patterned wall.
Then I hit the road when it gets bad
Baby, I will be on my way
A man stands in an ornate hall.
We were just star-crossed lovers
Maybe in another life
Sameer Gadhia, in a blue robe, sits at a red table by a carved wooden pillar.
Move into the suburbs, father and a mother
In close-up, Sameer Gadhia eats from a fork.
Simple kind of appetite
I am still a kid from nowhere
Two men in robes sit in armchairs by a fireplace.
Looking for a place to find
You were in your tower, garden full of flowers
A man in a red vest and bow tie looks down behind a counter.
Letting down your hair at night
I'm leaving before the sunrise
Sameer Gadhia, in a dark robe, stands by a tall window near a spiral staircase.
No need to say our goodbyes
I will be on my way
A wide view of a grand piano in a room with a spiral staircase and red flowers.
Baby, I hope you understand
Always seem to want what I can't have
A man plays a piano.
Then I hit the road when it gets bad
Sameer Gadhia, in a robe, looks into the camera in a blue room.
Baby, I will be on my way
I will be on my way
A woman in a yellow outfit and a woman in a blue sari pray beside a small shrine.
Baby, I hope you understand
Always seem to want what I can't have
People dance in a hall.
Then I hit the road when it gets bad
Baby, I will be on my way
Sameer Gadhia, in a robe, stands among people.
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