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You fell in love with the sunshine |
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And you took a walk with a boy |
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You spent half a year on the verge of tears |
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Just because nothing ever feels like it did before |
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So now I understand if you're bitter |
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Frankly sometimes I do feel the same |
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It's amazing how in your own homes how the comfort and the pain |
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Well they just grow |
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This is the field where I realized I loved you |
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And they just grow |
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This is the diner where we learned that people die before their time sometimes |
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The impermanence of it all |
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Don't you let it make you feel too very small |
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We saw new constellations with each observation |
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The night sky grows bigger it seems |
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But under our ceilings is much more revealing |
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You'll find what we found in our dreams |
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And I dreamt that all my old friends got together again |
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And potluck is something somewhere that we've never been |
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And we settle and it's so strange |
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The way that people in situations change |
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You got caught up in some crazy current |
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Now it seems as though we speak a completely different language |
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But you'll always be as beautiful as the moment that we met |
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And so I tried to write a song for my father |
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San francisco bus ride that take way too long |
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He said "you're coming back home boy, |
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Don't feel so alone |
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Love yourself and you'll do no wrong." |
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But the interstate and life go on and on |
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And on and on and on and on |
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And I wrote my dad a nice blackbox recording |
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Just to hear what people say |
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When they realize what's coming |
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About a second or so away |
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He said, "it starts with 'oh shit' and it ends with 'I'm sorry'" |
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And it plays in his head all the time |
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And I'm not oh and it's so crazy |
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The ways we all sabotage our very own peace of mind |
