| Take the same walk everyday up to the north end
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| Down on to the sand
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| Surrounded by nothing
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| Nothing’s all you have
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| Concentrated sadness, leftover loneliness
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| It never seems to pass
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| You go looking, you looking for them
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| Trying to relive moments that happened and won’t happen again
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| You keep looking, you keep looking for them
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| Trying to relive moments but you’ve grown up
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| Too fast, an occupation that won’t last
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| It’s too bad you took your best ideas from the past
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| I bet you’re so glad that you only wear it secondhand
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| I’m walking up and down red hotel corridors by the Madison Bypass
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| And language, I lost it all to love
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| But threw up all I knew about summer
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| We were young, confirming what we knew
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| Nothing could last
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| But you keep searching and looking for them
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| Trying to capture moments that happened and won’t happen again
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| You keep looking and looking for them
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| Trying to hold those moments but you’ve grown up
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| Too fast, the occupation that won’t last
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| It’s too bad there’s nothing permanent from your past
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| Is that a quote directly taken from The Wasteland?
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| Yes, I knew that you wear it secondhand
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| I’m transforming, I’m complicating
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| I’m never sure what I’m meant to be saying
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| But I, I’m performing, I’m concentrating
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| But we haven’t been introduced, automatically calling you
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| I’m transforming but I’m concentrating
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| But I’m never that sure what I’m meant to be saying |