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Terraces that climb like vines |
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Towards the moon, the five a sides |
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The evening inter-city lights |
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I see your face each time I close my eyes |
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Jude, I told you yesterday that I know nothing |
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All my friends are loaded and they smile |
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Picking up the pieces from a bleary night away |
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Exhaust fumes, magnolias and light |
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Helen in the art class light |
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Yes, I guess that if I stay, I'll stay all night |
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And I know that you're not afraid |
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But every time I close my eyes I see your face |
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Walking down to Springfield Park, uneasy in the haze |
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Uneasy in the sunlight and the quiet |
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Living life without love in your mother's waiting room |
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Minute here by minute, it's like dying |
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Terraces that climb like vines |
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Towards a moon that hangs above another night |
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And streets so filled with echoing |
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You're so tired that you believe in everything |
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So that summer came and went |
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And I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
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So that summer came and went |
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And I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
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So that summer came and went |
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And I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
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So that summer came and went |
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And I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
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Yeah, I became cold |
