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Outside in the evening, spent |
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Bored so we ran out around |
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Young bodies in motion, tearing through the town |
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We laid on your parent's floor |
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Listen 'til 4am |
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To the tapes we used to make |
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And never would again |
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Shadows up, moving through |
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Cedarsmoke, in your room |
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Covered up, you and me |
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The way we used to be |
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When I look at you I see |
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The days and the way they move |
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Black clouds across the sky |
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With nothing left to prove |
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So this is where I admit |
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I don't know shit and I never did |
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Seems like some dirty trick |
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We pulled when we were kids |
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Oooohhh I don't love her like you loved her |
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I don't love her |
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I don't love her anymore |
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Shadows up, moving through |
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Cedarsmoke, in your room |
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Covered up, you and me |
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The way we used to be |
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I don't know if there is some lesson to be learned |
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Or if, young bodies in motion |
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Always push the turns |
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Oooohhh I don't love her like you loved her |
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I don't love her |
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I don't love her anymore |
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Shadows up, moving through |
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Cedarsmoke, in your room |
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Covered up, you and me |
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The way we used to be |
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Shadows up, moving through |
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Cedarsmoke, in your room |
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Covered up, you and me |
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The way we used to be |
