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Turn the bars into cars |
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And wait for the lights to change |
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And take shape of people we used to know |
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'Til we grow less fond of knowing |
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And we can ride in the night |
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And discard all of the facts |
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On our backs remembering the thoughts |
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That we thought since we got over our parents |
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And if we go where we go |
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And don't tell anyone where we're from |
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We can cut and paste the stars into our hearts |
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And understand their language |
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And we won't spit with out mouths |
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Or draw lines in the dirt with our heels |
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And every single day, we'll just wait |
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And hope to see the next one |
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If we go down too easy my dear |
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We'll still be the heart of envy |
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Of all our friends and peers |
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All I can hope |
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To my home |
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The thoughts are in my head |
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And my bed is full of things I left |
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When I left her there |
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And the light through the blinds |
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And through the window pane |
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And the lane, where the fire is getting cold |
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For they have burned all of their belongings |
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And up the stairs, there's a pair |
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Who like to be made sure |
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That they were everything they are |
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For they are sadly mistaken |
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Now I forget how we met |
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And those days have all passed |
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Now cast is filing to the stage |
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In a rage and taking their places |
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If we go down too easy, my dear |
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We'll still be the heart of envy |
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Of all our peers and friends |
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My dear, to them |
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We'll be has beens, to them |
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Be rogue waves, to them |
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Be lost dreams, |
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Just posers posing |
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We'll leave when our eyes, |
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And weave our goodbyes, |
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And if that's what it takes, |
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We'll both drink the Kool-Aid again |
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'Til we've forgotten where our hearts have been |
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'Til we've forgotten where our hearts have been |
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'Til we forget just where our hearts have been |
