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Sixteen candles for the past |
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The ones that make it last |
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They only make it hard |
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The pain that comes from lingering |
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And you feel just like this street |
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A place where others meet |
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Here you're just the bricks, |
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You're just the buildings |
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And in the laundro-mats and bars |
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Parking lots and car alarms |
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You find the ones that used turn |
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Now they look past you |
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And though you never knew it then |
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It was cash that you could spend |
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It was the sun on cloudy days, |
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It was the last last you. |
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Seven brothers to the coast |
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But only one you loved the most |
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And only one that was the one |
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that'd ever find you |
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Do you think of that back then |
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The things you could have had |
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Your beauty like a charm, |
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the power to unwind you |
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And in the laundro-mats and bars |
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Parking lots and car alarms |
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You find the ones that used turn |
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Now they look past you |
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And though you never knew it then |
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It was cash that you could spend |
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It was the sun on cloudy days, |
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It was the last last you. |