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Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to mine |
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I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side |
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My brother's friend explains to me with breathless words and bloody knees |
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It's a black eyed trust, respect with pain. |
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A love I'll learn when I've been through the same. |
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But there's nothing in California that you could not learn to hate here |
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The questions will all still be waiting for you, the answers will only be less clear |
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It's hard to say what I would do if I was back a year or two |
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Look at our plans, try to understand what could have happened to all of them. |
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Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to mine |
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I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side |
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My brother's friend explains to me with breathless words and bloody knees |
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It's a black eyed trust, respect with pain. |
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A love I'll learn when I've been through the same. |
