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Dark harbourzz and early closing |
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Never stopped you moving |
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So why'd they make you stay? |
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Got used to the sound of mornings |
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Hazy comedowns |
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In sleepy coastal towns |
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Stay out, stay out |
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It could be summer again |
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All the proverbs cost, I don't regret it yet |
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We don't make plans for the weekends |
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But we shared the answers |
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With cadences led by strength |
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We do what we can, we do what we can |
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We bury our voices and we cut up our hands |
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On elegant terms, we do what we can |
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So dark in the harbourzz |
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Proud of the waters |
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Haul the boats and we'll drown all the tourists |
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And whoever loses, we'll cover the bruises |
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We cry to each other, we lie here lovers |
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And it's alright |
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I don't regret it |
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Roofs are drawn (?) than the internet |
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We don't make plans for the weekends |
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But we shared the answers |
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With cadences led by strength |
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We do what we can, we do what we can |
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We bury our voices and we cut up our hands |
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On elegant terms, we do what we can |
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(We do what we can, we do what we can) |
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We do what we can last (?) spring |
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I hardly remembered anything |
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It's enough to know |
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At least we've (?) out and made our peace |
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(Amateur! Historian!) |
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So dark in the harbourzz |
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Proud of the waters |
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Haul the boats and we'll drown all the tourists |
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We cry to each other, we lie to our lovers |
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She makes more batches |
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And I ain't paid for one yet |
