| On the first night in June
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| In a very crowded room
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| The band was going on
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| When you told me we were done
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| So I couldn’t play that song
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| Cause I wrote it about you
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| Yeah it always seems to come back to you
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| But I don’t have to tell you
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| Cause you’ve heard it all by now
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| I’m just one single voice in a choir
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| You won’t hear me anymore
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| Just a bassist thumbing a tune
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| But that rumble reminds me of you
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| All the flash, all the fire
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| All the foggy drinks perspired
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| We were tucked into a booth
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| In a far corner of the room
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| And the music is loud
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| And it’s just bringing me down
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| Cause I know that I lost you
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| The parking lot was dark
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| And I walked out of the bar
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| Found some folks hanging around
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| And we’re on some highway now
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| And the windows are down
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| And I never felt so sad
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| So I just tried not to think about you
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| Oh the final spot of sunlight
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| Is dying on the dash
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| On some way too long road with some way too young folks
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| If the man that you knew
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| Honestly wasn’t me
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| Tell me honey: who could that be?
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| There’s a letter I wrote
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| That I’ll never send
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| Where I admit my weakness
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| And I ask to see you again
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| Yeah I heard you were sorry
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| By someone you call a friend
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| In a letter I wrote
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| That I’ll never send
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| Cause there’s ash in my heart
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| Where I used to burn
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| The young voices have vanished
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| The old whispers return
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| But there’s no one to hurt me
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| And there’s no one to hurt
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| Cause there’s ash in my heart
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| Where I used to burn
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| Pictures of us dancing
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| From a lifetime, a lifetime ago
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| You in a green dress and I in a tweed vest
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| In a blurry gang of ghosts
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| Pictures of us dancing
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| From a thousand years ago
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| Late enough to kiss you
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| Still too early to go |