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Spending our days translucent, in and out of everything |
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Hanging out with strangers that's the way that we begin |
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Staring at the sun, thinking it's the moon, |
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A tiny indication it's gonna happen soon. |
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But not like you expect these silhouettes are getting closer |
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They bring you what you need never what you hope for. |
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I guess by now they shoulda told ya |
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I guess by now they're getting closer. |
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There's so many things I just don't wanna say, |
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Like have you got the stuff I need a good day |
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There's so many things I just don't wanna do |
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But your way is my way so walk on through |
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Did you get the letter, the one I never sent ya |
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I'm all alone on my own misadventure, seeking something |
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That I don't wanna find, cos if I do there's no rewind. |
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Spraying our names on the trains in silver and black |
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Then I make my way back across the tracks |
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I can always find you wherever you are |
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There's fire in your eyes in the miracle park |
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I'm on the very last train to wherever, reckon that |
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I'll see you sometime like never, not even in |
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My wildest did I think that it would go like this, |
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Moving through the air, crazy kinda poet kid |
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I owe you this I say to myself |
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I owe you this and nothing else |
