| I hated to pop the bubble
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| Of me and you
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| But it only held enough oxygen
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| For a trip or two
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| To the moon and back again
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| Tell me, do you remember when
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| Our love had such grace
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| We were floating above this whole place
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| It’s dawn on the corner
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| Where the city tests its squeaky breaks
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| Outside my bedroom window
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| A doppler muffler and a boomin bass
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| It’s dawn and the snow
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| Is turning on its deepest blue
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| So i go outside just to stand there and
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| Look at my hands against the color
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| I find i always return to
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| I want you to always remember for me
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| Baby, if you can
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| How much you hated the woman
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| Who made you a man
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| And remember for me won’t you
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| Back further before that
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| How you loved her like a boy
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| Cried from the joy
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| When you weren’t laughing
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| No, i hated to pop the bubble
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| Of me and you
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| But it only held enough oxygen
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| For a trip or two
|
| To the moon and back again
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| Do you remember when
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| Our love had such grace
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| We were floating above this whole place
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| So i hear these days you too
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| Are trying your hand at sleeplessness
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| A few more dizzying doppler lovers
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| And then a booming loneliness
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| How innocent the young student
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| On the day school has begun
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| When i said this was what i wanted
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| Did you think i thought it would be fun?
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| No, i hated to pop the bubble
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| Of me and you
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| But it only held enough oxygen
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| For a trip or two
|
| To the moon and back again
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| Oh but i remember when
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| Our love had such grace
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| We were floating above this whole place |