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The 3 month ride sticks in your mind |
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As though the insides of your head were a big screen. |
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And coming in on a evening wind. |
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It's the unmistakable scent of brilliantine. |
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What kind of memory serves, what kind of world is it, |
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That comes headlong at you, then swerves at the last possible second? |
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It's this one. it's this one. |
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And it's easy to slow down. |
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And it's easy to slow down. |
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And it's easy to just lie out by the blue pools |
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In the squinting sun and slow down. |
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And it's easy to slow down. |
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And in situations like these, it's sometimes useful to |
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Think of life as one long continuous evening |
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That never turns into night. |
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Hey hey! |
