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You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be |
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No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise |
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The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw |
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Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end |
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But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize |
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When he catches his reflection on accident |
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On the back of a motor bike |
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With your arms outstretched trying to take flight |
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Leaving everything behind |
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But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete |
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In the city where we still reside. |
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And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men |
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Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides |
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Like brothers on a hotel bed |
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Like brothers on a hotel bed |
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Like brothers on a hotel bed |
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Like brothers on a hotel bed |
