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The Sun |
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After school |
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Walking home |
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Fresh dirt under my fingernails |
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And I can smell hot asphalt |
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Cars screech to a halt to let me pass |
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And I cannot remember |
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What life was like through photographs |
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Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past |
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And sometimes it's a sad song |
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But I cannot forget |
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Refuse to regret |
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So glad I met you |
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Take my breath away |
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Make everyday |
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Worth all of the pain that I have |
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Gone through |
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And mama I've been cryin' |
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Cause things ain't how they used to be |
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She said the battles almost won |
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And we're only several miles from the sun |
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Moving on down the street |
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I see people I won't ever meet |
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Think of her, take a breath |
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Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps |
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And sometimes it's a sad song |
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But I cannot forget |
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Refuse to regret |
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So glad I met you |
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Take my breath away |
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Make everyday |
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Worth all of the pain that I have |
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Gone through |
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And mama I've been cryin' |
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Cause things ain't how they used to be |
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She said the battles almost won |
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And we're only several miles from the sun |
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The rhythm of her conversation |
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The perfection of her creation |
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The sex she slipped into my coffee |
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The way she felt when she first saw me |
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Hate to love and love to hate her |
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Like a broken record player |
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Back and forth and here and gone |
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And on and on and on and on |
