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And will we ever feel that way again? |
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Like, we were so close |
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That we could live inside of one another's skin. |
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Like we all showed up in this town to make something new and good begin. |
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Will we ever be able to call one another |
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My my surrogate sister or brother without |
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Being kinda cynical about it's implications? |
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Well, past few years... |
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I guess they've been pretty weird, |
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I'm sure I left cause I was bored, |
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Or maybe scared of what it means |
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When something little comes between you |
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And everything you ever hoped or worked for. |
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But now all I can say is "friend don't go away, |
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You know it kills me when we leave." |
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But when I'm 9 hours on a bus, |
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I look at photographs of us and |
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I truly do believe it's what we need; |
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To go back to Portland but |
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Even anywhere in France, |
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And find that shiver for your spine |
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To keep you growing like a vine, |
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And baby never stick too close to your plans. |
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And the best books of our lives are |
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Being written all the time but |
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Not even one of them is anywhere close to finished yet. |
