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Remember the first and last goodbye |
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Looking for answers to untie |
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We traveled the long road |
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And at night we dreamed that we could drive |
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Racing ashore and taking hold |
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We're biding our time and growing old |
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We're circling questions |
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Looking for direction and self-control |
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Why did we go, Santiago? |
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Memories fade in late July |
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She's looking too close and feeling shy |
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It's taken forever |
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Well, love will often lead us awry |
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Remember the first and last goodbye |
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Places to grow and hide the lie |
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We traveled the long road |
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It gave us sight for the price of his eyes |
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Why did we go, Santiago? |
