| Just imagine the roads in the fall
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| The golden leaves falling on the mold on the logs
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| The hopes and the gods and the bombs
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| We set fire to the mold and beyond
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| And the dawn broke out like it spent a night in Alcatraz
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| We talking all night about second tries and Cadillacs
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| We grabbed the axe and buried it
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| We found shelter in the woods and found savage acts hilarious
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| The areas, the patience, the habits
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| Now seek shelter in the basements and the attics
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| Packets of rookie cards and looky-loo's galore
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| Crawled away from the moody blues and the war
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| We swore we’d never leave each other, never sleep again
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| Until a horde of lovers come to fortify the need in us
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| The deepest end of the pool, cheaters, sluts, ghouls
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| They’ll feed you to the mutts and the fools
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| We weren’t accustomed to the mistrust, we were just missing school
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| Missing the bus like we missed the mistrust
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| And it’s a must, it’s us and just us, and what’s what
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| And it kills me to think it’s all gone, it’s just dust
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| In the window pane where my first kiss came through
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| In the middle of a full moon, fiddled with the wool plumes covering our eyes
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| It’s like every new move is a surprise
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| Now we’re stepping into every room with the prize
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| It’s like a weapon that’s abused for your pride
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| And the last place you want to hide
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| The rat race was on the side
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| High on life, low on the totem pole
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| We ain’t on strike
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| We’re alive like a lie
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| That’s been told to all ears
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| And we’re holding all tears back in
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| And let the fears back in
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| Fall away from
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| Fall away from you |