| I used to take the bus to the ocean
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| To the spot you said to meet
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| I walked past everyone I didn’t want to see
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| And with the sun at its departure
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| And your body close to me
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| Every word was spoken nervously
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| I know you never really liked people
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| I didn’t mean to make that worse
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| I’d give everything I am for who you were
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| I’ve got a cross buried in my mind
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| Swayin' with the morning breeze
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| Crucify my baby while I sleep
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| And I know that time is against us
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| But we really need to speak
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| 'Cause I’m so sick of waking halfway through an apology
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| I’m sorry for the letter
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| I didn’t expect you to respond
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| I guess that’s what it’s like when you’re gone
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| Now I’m dying for a Friday
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| One where I actually leave
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| I still know the roads that take me to your street |