| In your old room
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| Where we caught you
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| Stepping through some old song
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| You said came from
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| Where your going
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| A lady read it in you palm
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| Down at the 12th Avenue market
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| Now promise you will not forget
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| You are going
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| 'Til it’s gone
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| Screen went blue
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| Before I touched you
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| And my ride went home
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| All the photos came out lonely
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| But we’re not alone
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| Talking of everything we could not hold
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| I was stupid of thinking of east coast already
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| Now it’s gone
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| There are things I cannot forget
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| I wish none had happened yet
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| There are some things I cannot forget
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| We were stronger than the preachers
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| We were wiser than the law
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| We took off sleeping by the river
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| And the beaches in your car
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| Up where you taught me how to drive a stick
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| And told me your family secret
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| You were scared
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| I was caught
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| Why’d you stay behind
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| Packing for the trip?
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| Why’d you ask me to be the one
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| First through your lips?
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| I was awkward and I could not hear
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| Your body through my body’s fear
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| We were going to hell
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| There are things I cannot recall
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| There are some things that would risk it all
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| Now these are the things we cannot recall on
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| These are the things I cannot recall |