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I slept on the futon and listened to sounds in the silence |
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I left when the day broke and walked through the city alone |
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I looked for a towel, forgot mine when I left Virginia |
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The snow in my boots was much warmer than you |
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And I just wanted to go home |
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Go home |
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Home |
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Through layers and layers of blankets, I felt my heart beating |
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We left in the afternoon, headed down I-95 |
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Directions in notebooks and ice on the roads slowed our progress |
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Got lost in New York, but the view from the bridge, |
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It was beautiful that night |
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All those lights |
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Those lights |
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A couple of hotel rooms and coffee shops later, I found you |
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Telling your secrets and ghost stories soft in the dark |
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When you fell asleep, quiet in the backseat, I remembered why I loved you |
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And my brother drove on while I wrote you a song in my mind |
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It wasn't the first time |
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It wasn't the first time |
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It wasn't the first time |
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It wasn't the first time |
