| There it hovered then a flash
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| Instantly the sand is glass
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| If you don’t know just ask around
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| Dig your nails into my hand
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| Tattoo of a wedding band
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| I could hit the floor soon myself
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| For the last year you lived
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| You slept in your parents' bed
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| You whisper now from outside time
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| «The Milky Way’s a swirling drain
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| Gotta laugh the dread away
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| There’s no word for what I became»
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| Screen memories of weekends never spent
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| Out to Mystic and to Cape May
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| Still smoking in diners the whole way
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| And the bridge whips up behind us
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| The fifth mode of travel will make us see
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| That everyone’s alive in old light overflowing from the pool
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| Guess I guess the one’s the one I had to lose
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| Flash of white engulfs us as the film runs out
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| I’d say I’ll see you ‘round but man I have my doubts
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| I discard another friend
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| His skin’s that hepatitis tint
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| Eyes that got an acquisitive glint
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| One generation to the next
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| In the cell a secret knowledge
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| So oblivious so humane
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| We met on VJ Day
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| Tickertape
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| My memory is fading
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| Your girlfriend from back then
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| Where’s she now?
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| When the psychic said your name
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| My heart skipped
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| My life swelled
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| I lived in hope
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| Believe me baby I don’t know a lot but I know this is true
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| You could fuck around and I would forgive you
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| Why does every story end with cut to black?
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| Now I would do anything to get you back |