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Days alone, never felt like this |
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The lights of home, a year away |
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And it's too late to fight it all, just drive. |
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And the streets...glow...and the night... |
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The night is soft |
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SoftAnd it's all invitingas anyone could ever knowand this warm collective we endure... |
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We endure and pass the motive |
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We endure and pass the moon. |
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We endure and pass the motive |
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We endure. |
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We endure and pass the motive |
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We endure and pass the moon. |
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We endure and pass the motive |
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We endure. |
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So we fall on warm silence |
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I know we all go away. |
