| Rainy days, it’s the end of summer
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| I’m locking myself inside of my room
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| I pressed my eye to that telescope
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| I thought what I saw was you
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| But you were just steam coming off of the road
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| The same stretch that runs right by home
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| It will take you to my front door
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| And you’ll say hey babe.
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| Are you ready for the world?
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| We won’t look back
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| So we walked until our feet were bloody
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| And we spoke until our ears grew warm
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| You felt in your heart a certain safety
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| With all your goodbyes you were finally adored
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| But I was just steam coming off of the road
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| The same stretch that plowed right through your home
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| I pinned a note to your front door
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| It read hey babe
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| Are you ready, ready for the war?
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| I killed my rage and I turned around
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| I saw you sitting side of my house
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| With my books and your tears and your glowing hope
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| Looking at me through that old telescope
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| Because we’re just a dream
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| Pumping through broken hearts
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| We’re ripped at the seams and were covered in scars
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| But we will follow that map just like we planned
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| And we will put down that «x"wherever you and I land
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| We won’t look back |