| I was never one to make a scene
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| But you don’t need a reason
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| Silhouettes just shapes on Delta Street
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| You’re spilling out your secrets
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| Tell me 'bout the man I need to be
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| What if I don’t want to be him
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| The stars may fall apart
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| But I stay solid
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| This is the leaving behind
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| You can swear you’re innocent
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| This is the stillness in time
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| No autumn in Los Angeles
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| Another indian summer, I can not remember
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| Why I ever cared, why I ever cared
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| This is the leaving behind
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| And you are here to witness it
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| Find you in the back of crowded bars
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| I see you found your people
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| Tattoo of some saint fresh on your arm
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| You’re mouthing I don’t even need you
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| The stars may fall apart
|
| But I stay solid
|
| This is the leaving behind
|
| You can swear you’re innocent
|
| This is the stillness in time
|
| No autumn in Los Angeles
|
| Another indian summer, I can not remember
|
| Why I ever cared, why I ever cared
|
| This is the leaving behind
|
| And you are here to witness it
|
| This is the leaving behind
|
| You can swear you’re innocent
|
| This is the stillness in time
|
| No autumn in Los Angeles
|
| Another indian summer, I can not remember
|
| Why I ever cared, why I ever cared
|
| This is the leaving behind
|
| And you are here to witness it |