| I prefer to wait outside
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| But in your mind it’s fine
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| I’ll leave it up to you
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| We’re on the way to your old house
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| I spend every Sunday on your couch
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| Nothing else to do
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| The long road that leads to pleasure
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| The strange towns where we all party together
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| The night is gone and now it’s off to someone
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| But I’ll wait and then we’ll party together again
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| It feels great to show you around
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| But in your mind it’s time
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| To leave it all behind
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| We drove aways said farewell, coughed
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| Collected all the memories from your loft
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| Spring is bound to subdues
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| The long road that leads to pleasure
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| Strange town where we all party together
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| The night is gone and now it’s off to someone
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| But I’ll wait and then we’ll party together again
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| We’re not going back for long
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| We’re not going back for long
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| We’re not going back for long
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| We’re not going back for long
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| We came down to Silver Ponds
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| We remembered all along
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| We’re not going back for long
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| We’re not going back for long
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| We’re not going back for long
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| We’re not going back for long |