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We resolve to meet |
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At the bridge beside the beach |
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Where the air would freeze our speech |
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And the trains would pass beneath our feet |
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It's dry from licking still you never questioned why |
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Night upon night we come here all the time |
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With eyes that take no (?) |
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And transgressions justified |
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Resigned to take our lives |
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By the age of twenty-five |
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As your hands brushed my thigh the sound began to rise |
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And the cars underneath posing perfect for four times |
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It would be something in our prime |
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Before times fitful bright left footprints on our eyes |
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And the light stretched just right to finally tell you why |
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Night after night we come here all the time |
