| I guess it’s when I’m alone
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| Feel the breeze on my shoulders, yes
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| I get that feeling, you know
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| In our ripped up, red booth
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| On a late night, hard truths
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| And although I don’t think about it much
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| You sometimes cross my mind
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| But I leave you in yesterday
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| One more time
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| I could be sat on the phone
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| I told them we’re strangers
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| When I remember you
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| In a fast car, them old jeans
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| Driving bad luck, do a big dream
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| And although I don’t think about it much
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| You sometimes cross my mind
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| But I leave you in yesterday
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| One more time
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| And I heard through the whispers
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| That your happy in your way
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| Like a disappointing drop of rain
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| On this ordinary hurricane
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| And I read through the leaflets
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| With the thought of getting far away
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| Get that sinking feeling back again
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| Cause that ship has already sailed
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| And although I don’t think about it much
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| You sometimes cross my mind
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| But I leave you in yesterday
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| One more time
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| And although I don’t think about it much
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| You sometimes cross my mind
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| But I leave you in yesterday
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| Yeah, I leave you in yesterday
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| One more time |