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When the streetlights |
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Come on the pooling night |
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Is levied aside |
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And pressed in twilight |
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Against our two rooms |
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I'll see you tonight |
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The pavement is aching |
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Cicadas are crying |
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The wine colored air |
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Breathing thoughts through your hair |
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Breezing to me, leading me there |
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I come alive as the shadows parade |
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My hot summer blood |
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Comes and floods and it waves |
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Curbside confessions, no longer afraid |
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Of what you'll say |
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And I find you |
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Twilit beyond all the cars |
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The driveways they sleep |
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But streetlights will keep |
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Watch over me |
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They flicker like stars |
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And now the secrets |
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Carefully kept inside |
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Run the streets rad |
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Our chemicals spread |
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Washing us through |
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Making you mine |
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I come alive as the shadows parade |
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My hot summer blood |
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Comes and floods and it waves |
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Curbside confessions, no longer afraid |
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Of what you'll say |
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Now there are no words |
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Only the glow in our wires |
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And so we will be |
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You turn slow to me |
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Our lips at the sun |
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The hills are on fire, oh |
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I come alive as the shadows parade |
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My hot summer blood |
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Comes and floods and it waves |
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Curbside confessions, no longer afraid |
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Of what you'll say, of what you'll say |
