| I lit kerosene to sweet memories
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| They linger and follow wherever I go
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| Warm ashes, used matches, late mornings
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| Too many nights in a row
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| You’re never out, never out of my mind
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| We’re a little unsure, we’re a little scared
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| Guess we’ll know a little more when we get there
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| Yeah you had love to spare
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| And I was barely there
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| I was a no-show
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| Things’ll be different now
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| The second time around
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| I really think so
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| Dry riverbed, your comeback kid
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| Slow rising, kicking the dust off the road
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| Pale winter’s spring, remembering
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| Things about myself I wish that I never had known
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| You’re never out, never out of my mind
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| We’re a little unsure, we’re a little scared
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| Guess we’ll know a little more when we get there
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| Yeah you had love to spare
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| And I was barely there
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| I was a no-show
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| Things’ll be different now
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| The second time around
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| I really think so |