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On a drive from solution to surface |
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In my old university car |
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We had the windows down for our recon |
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The door was so hot that you burned your arm |
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It was the tail end of a summer |
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And the heat washed in with the breeze |
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You were searching something to sing to |
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As the radio played another terrible song |
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But lucky for me, you found the tape with Tallulah on |
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And it's been a long time |
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Since I've seen all my old friends |
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But I really love my new friends |
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I feel I've known them a long while |
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Then last summer you wrote me a letter |
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On the back of a surf magazine |
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You said you didn't have any paper |
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Maybe you wondered what could have been |
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So I sent you a postcard from Berlin of a fat man eating a sausage |
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It hid the fact I was hiding |
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As the DJ played another terrible song |
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But lucky for us, we found a bar with the matels on |
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And it's been a long time |
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Since I've seen all my old friends |
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But I really love my new friends |
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I feel I've known them a long while |
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I'm wondering if I've already heard all the songs that'll mean something |
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And I'm wondering if I've already met all the people that'll mean something |
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But I find myself daydreaming of the places where we used to stay |
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Used to brush them away |
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Sinkilada, Cool and Gata on the beach and ? |
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Like the sound of their names |
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And I wonder if you would wanna go there with me |
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When I'm finished over here |
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If you're not finished with me |
