| For the wolves we fought when a child was brave
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| Days on a Southern strand
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| Where we’d all pretend to be touring
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| And I’d wait all night for the smile you’d saved
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| Or how the wind would howl
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| Better head back now, it’s a warning
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| We were swimming out so far this time
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| The sun and your eyes were the only fire
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| Pretty intimate so far, so I lit a holy fire
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| So we all gather our ghosts around the island flames
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| Oh, and the song she throws is not one I know
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| But it knew me
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| For an age long lost in time, erased
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| Days when they called our names
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| Stories tucked away, you tell it to me
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| We were swimming out so far this time
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| The sun and your eyes were the only fire
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| Pretty intimate so far, so I lit a holy fire
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| Take me back to places I feel loved in
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| Maybe failing that, take me to Boston
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| Strange that I’m not seeing you as often
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| Wandering 'round in cities I feel lost in
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| What if all the costs are even
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| We were swimming out so far this time
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| (Take me to Boston, Boston)
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| The sun and your eyes were the only fire
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| (Take me back to places I feel loved in, loved in)
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| Pretty intimate so far, so I
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| (Wandering 'round in cities I feel lost in, lost in)
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| Eyes of eye-eye, eyes of, a holy fire |