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We were struck by lightning, it was like we'd never get old |
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Now when I reach out my arm in the morning the pillows are all cold |
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They were more or less the same when your head was there |
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Now I'm saving the traces of it and only |
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I hold the secret who dyed your hair |
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The last time the wind blew hard through this town |
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I was you coming through that pulled my pillows down |
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Breaking ties and fruit flies and the summer's always breezy |
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Now I know you recorded the who's of your homes just to tease me |
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I've got my ear to the ground and |
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I'm listening for you |
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I've got my ear to the ground and |
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I'm listening for you |
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This happy homecoming, |
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I am not inclined to beleive it |
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And a snap shot of me |
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I know |