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I wish the nights were warm again this month |
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We could stay up all night |
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Occupy the porch on the front |
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Of the house where we might |
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Always forget to replace the bulb in the glass |
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Rectangular vase |
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The light on the street flickers on throught the trees |
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And I can see your face |
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chorus |
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Kicked in and dark inside |
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Lit below and burning white |
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Kicked in and left unhooked |
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Folded, found and kept alive |
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Well I've never had one of these before |
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And it's stronger than I thought |
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Someone put the glass in my hand and |
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Romanced by the shape it was |
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He said rocket fuel is the key |
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He called it clear and hard |
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and it wipes me out |
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and it warms me up |
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well i hope so |
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cause it's bitter cold |
