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We'll get bicycles |
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Ride down hills |
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To the river with friends |
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And light candles in tin cans |
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Go on big wheels |
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My stomachs in cartwheels |
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And do kissing on cameras |
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And walk till our feet hurt |
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And sit out |
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In the pouring rain |
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Because it's years since |
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We spoke or we sat down and talked out |
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Our past lives |
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Or how we would change the world |
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Alone |
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In the backseat with a satellite |
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And the telephone |
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To tell you that it wouldn't last |
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We caught the last train |
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To Bayshore faces pressed on glass |
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When I awoke alone |
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In the empty concourse |
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I knew that it couldn't last |
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It never lasts |
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We'll get overcome |
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With distance |
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And sideways glances |
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In cinemas and taxis |
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Get stuck |
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With ex-loves |
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In a condo in the city |
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Where its so cold you can't speak |
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And feel so tired and so proud |
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Of everyone we know |
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Alone |
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In the backseat with a satellite |
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And the telephone |
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To tell you that it wouldn't last |
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We caught the last train |
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To Bayshore faces pressed on glass |
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When I awoke alone |
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In the empty concourse |
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I knew that it couldn't last |
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It never lasts |
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We'll get bicycles |
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Ride downhills |
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To the river with friends |
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Light candles in tin cans |
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With the trickling sound |
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I could have been in bare feet |
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The loneliest boy in that town |
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That town |
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Alone |
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In the backseat with a satellite |
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And the telephone |
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To tell you that it wouldn't last |
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We caught the last train |
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To Bayshore faces pressed on glass |
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When I awoke alone |
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In the empty concourse |
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I knew that it couldn't last |
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It never lasts |