| Same stars and city lights
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| I’m fighting this stubborn bike through town
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| Late at night, cold feet and the air still warm
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| I ride through the passing storms of my life
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| As before
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| It happens that I think of you
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| Of our days with silver linings and summers in bloom
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| They always end so soon
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| Truth is, though our days are through
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| There’s a part of me that’s a part of you
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| What was colors and blues
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| Fade under layers of new
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| But I’m not sure if I want us to
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| Same scars but they’re different now
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| They fade with the passing time
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| As they do, no need to fight
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| Cold hand and a burning home
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| You’ve seen some of the rougher storms of my life
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| But that was before
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| I miss the times I spent with you
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| Our warm nights of stargazing and summers in bloom
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| They always end so soon
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| But truth is, though our days are through
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| There’s a part of me that’s a part of you
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| What was colors and blues
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| Fade under layers of new
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| But I’m not sure if I want it too
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| Life will paint new ways
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| Love will come and go and it will stain
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| We were colors and blues
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| We’ll be replaced with the new
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| But I’m not sure if I want us to
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| Not sure if I want us to |