| I think it was in the basement that I saw you let up
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| Our naive eyes wanderin' like four unbalanced suns
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| Our New Years was shared ten days in
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| When the light came on without rhyme or reason
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| I had never believed in such childish things
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| But my contentment was filled in our slumbering sleep
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| When the light came on like a dream
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| I could plow the snow, but I’d like to stay
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| With all these innocent pursuits, I have much more to say
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| I’ve heard longing can turn into a creature of fear
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| Till you’re talking to yourself in some truck-stop mirror
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| The letters have been sent, and we’ll continue to write
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| Sincerely and always, we have plenty of time
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| I’m somewhere in the Southwest helping brothers cut Mesquite
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| But I’ve heard things often blossom come Spring
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| So when March hangs its coat, I will see you through
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| Till then I’ll be thinkin' of your basement, I’ll be thinkin' of you |