| Make a list of everyone you knew
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| And tell me all the ones that you held onto
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| It’s the colors I want to pursue
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| All the lights and the shades of blue
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| When the words have been misconstrued
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| Cause they’re from different points of view
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| You could be the pen, I could be the map
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| Draw me crooked lines off the beaten path
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| Or I could follow hums and familiar laughs
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| Maybe other songs from the photograph
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| Give me one more night and I promise
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| Give me one more night and I’m sure
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| Give me one more night and a different life
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| We could be how we knew we were
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| How we were
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| So give me the old helping hand
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| And play me a song, baby grand
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| Leave a mark where you stand
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| It’s my wish, my demand
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| You could be the pen, I could be the map
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| Draw me crooked lines off the beaten path
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| Or I could follow hums and familiar laughs
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| Maybe other songs from the photograph
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| Give me one more night and I promise
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| Give me one more night and I’m sure
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| Give me one more night and a different life
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| We could be how we knew we were
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| Give me one more night and I promise
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| Give me one more night and I’m sure
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| Give me one more night and a different life
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| I could wake up next to her
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| I miss you playing me something good
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| The chipping keys and the cherry wood
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| You could be the pen, I could be the map
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| Draw me crooked lines off the beaten path
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| Or I could follow hums and familiar laughs
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| Anything to get us back
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| Give me one more night and I promise
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| Give me one more night and I’m sure
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| Give me one more night and a different life
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| We could be how we knew we were
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| Give me one more night and I promise
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| Give me one more night and I’m sure
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| Give me one more night and a different life
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| I could wake up next to her
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| Next to her |