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Circles 'round the moon, |
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Is this why city lights feel so awful? |
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It should be unlawful |
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To live where you can't see the stars |
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Hundreds of miles away we draw the |
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Same lines to conclusions |
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There's no need for confusion |
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If we all throw in the towel |
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But down the street from here |
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There's a forest and a lake |
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I go there when my brain's too full |
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To try to break down and un-complicate |
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To interpret the things |
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We said in letters and phone calls |
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Not enough for us to tell, |
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How was your day? |
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Circles 'round the block, |
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Is this how all my time gets wasted? |
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I don't think so, |
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But we tasted the night air |
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And now we just want more |
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A thousand postcards later, |
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we seem older but that's normal |
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Our car's broke down |
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And its just too cold |
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To hitchhike to your door |
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But, down the street from here there's a forest and a lake |
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I go there when my brain's too full to try to break down and un-complicate |
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To interpret the things we said |
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In letters and phone calls |
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Not enough for us to tell, |
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How was your day? |
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Not enough for us to tell, |
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How was your day? |