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when the night came and took us |
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and the jukebox was turned up |
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with the light of our choices |
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we did not lose our voices |
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and the songs barely left us |
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and the waitress caught her breath |
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we rose to the surface |
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to fulfill our purpose |
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as we walked past some staring |
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i noticed you daring |
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eyes to be carrying |
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that smile you've been wearing |
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in the graze of those screams |
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we decided to go free |
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in the haze of our dreams we |
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saw possibilities |
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and in a week maybe less you |
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were packing your bags to |
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leave, while you still knew |
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the reasons you needed to |
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on the way to the train you |
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you seemed to be brand new |
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with your hair flowing through |
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the open window to, the moon |
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in front of the station |
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someone who was waitin' |
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for his lover to wave to him |
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got knocked to the pavement |
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by the ambulance light |
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we decided to stay awake |
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for fear that we wouldn't meet |
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someone else to greet |
