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I knew a love |
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That could scare all the wings off the doves |
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Outside my window as they'd stretch out their lungs. |
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From rooftop to rooftop it would come |
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With new weather as the blank dormers stared |
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At each other in the thick Autumn air |
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Was that Allston in late 89 |
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Or some other place, some other time? |
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Anyway |
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It doesn't change what I'm trying to say |
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It's just that something seems to be missing these days |
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Come's still around but the band doesn't play |
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Gone is gone from Discovery piles |
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Chinatown seems like 3 more miles |
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And I can hardly discern between styles |
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Or kids' twisted looks, and genuine smiles |
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Now, when I'm alone |
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I want to feel like one kid getting stoned |
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Only to keep things a little more clear |
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Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea |
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And when I'm with you |
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I want to notice everything as we do |
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to catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red |
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From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets |
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You know that all was both heaven and Hell for me |
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Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy |
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Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more |
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and you always left my singles on the bedroom floor |
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The bedroom floor |
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Now I've got some friends |
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They've been hanging around since God knows when |
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They still like to tell me each and every time |
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I mouth off or get out of line |
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But these days I know to watch what I say |
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Although I still do things my own way |
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I still spin the same sounds for these unsatisfied ears |
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because there's always something new, something new to hear |
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You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me |
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Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy |
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Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more |
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and you always left my singles on the bedroom floor |
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I should not have left that shit go for so cheap |
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I wish I still had that first release |
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I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet |
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I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I could leave |
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Some things I could leave |
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Now, when I'm alone |
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I want to feel like one kid getting stoned |
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Only to keep things a little more clear |
|
Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea |
|
And when I'm with you |
|
I want to notice everything as we do |
|
to catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red |
|
From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets |
|
You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me |
|
Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy |
|
Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more |
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and you always left my singles on the bedroom floor |
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I should not have left that shit go for so cheap |
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I wish I still had that first release |
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I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet |
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I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I could leave |
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Some things I could leave |
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Some things I could leave |
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Some things I could leave |
