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Places |
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We move in and out of |
| [00:10.12] |
Watching faces |
| [00:12.76] |
Float around the motel lobby |
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Like fishes |
| [00:18.02] |
They're all blowing air |
| [00:20.17] |
We know it must mean something |
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But we just stare |
| [00:28.47] |
We stood |
| [00:30.28] |
On Primrose Hill like statues |
| [00:32.21] |
We were so good |
| [00:35.39] |
Walked along the locks |
| [00:36.52] |
And into Camden |
| [00:40.59] |
Tried on silver shoes |
| [00:42.66] |
And orange plastic jackets |
| [01:13.98] |
Places |
| [01:15.85] |
We move in and out of |
| [01:17.94] |
Fast as hail stones |
| [01:20.95] |
Make jokes |
| [01:21.65] |
Hey, isn't that the word |
| [01:23.29] |
For our tombstones |
| [01:25.74] |
So that everyone will know |
| [01:28.17] |
When they're out one afternoon |
| [01:31.00] |
And they stop to read the stones |
