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the things we do and the things we let |
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between the tide and the cigarettes |
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all the cups we cannot sip |
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between our legs across our lips |
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all the places we will meet |
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between our start and our winding sheet |
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some we'll leave and some we'll walk |
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hung like thieves, we sing the cross |
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don't go! don't go! |
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all the rules we will not break |
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will break beside each note I make |
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between the beat and the speaker throw |
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what I think, where I still won't go |
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don't go! don't go! |
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don't go! don't go! |
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don't look at me that way |
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when you do what can I do |
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but do everything you say |
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don't look at me that way |
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when you do what can I do |
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but do everything you say |
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from Santa Cruz we're drawing close |
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between the hems and the cuffs of clothes |
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all the things I cannot do |
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I'm thinking of more I'll do to you |
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and late one night on borrowed cars |
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we went one time, was it too far |
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between the headlights and engine block |
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between my knees, between the clock |
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don't go! don't go! |
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don't go! don't go! |
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don't go! don't go! |
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don't go! don't go! .... |
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the things we do and the things we let |
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between the tide and the cigarettes |
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all the cups we cannot sip |
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between our legs across our lips |
