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Running down a central reservation in last night's red dress |
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And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath |
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Stepping through brilliant shades, all the color you bring |
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This time, this time, this time is whatever |
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I want it to mean |
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If this is where memories are made |
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I'm gonna like what |
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I seeAnd everything that |
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I ever took for granted |
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I'm gonna let it be |
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I step through every shade, all the color you bring |
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This time, this time, this time is whatever |
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I want it to mean |
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And everything and nothing is as sacred as we'd want it to be |
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When it's really all, make it really all, compared to what |
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It's like living in the middle of the ocean with no future, no past |
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And everything that's good about now |
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I might just glide right past |
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I'm stepping through brilliant shades, all the color you bring |
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This time, this time, this time is fine just as it is |
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And everything is sacred here and nothing is as sacred |
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As I want it to be when it's really all compared to what |
