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Let's leave on Saturday |
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Let's leave Friday night |
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I can't promise |
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I'm not really sure we'll be all right |
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I don't know much, but I'm not too messed up to see |
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Baby, you're the only thing I know I'd hate to leave |
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Now, or I guess we never will |
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Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill |
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Struggle through the S's, through the tunnels in the trees |
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Through this sticky optimism hardening in me |
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It might do some good just to wake up by the sea |
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To the smell of breath and greasy hair and car seats |
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Now, or I guess we never will |
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Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill |
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Play the one, it works out for the best |
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And the best is always yet to come |
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PCH One might be a catalyst, our panacea |
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Play the one where no one's really gone |
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Every answer's buried in a song |
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PCH One might be a mending kit |
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I need some mending |
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Let's leave on Saturday |
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Let's leave Friday night |
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I can't promise |
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I'm not really sure we'll be all right |
