| No, I wasn’t looking for a door into the morning again
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| No, I wasn’t thinking you would ever be more than a friend
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| The years I’ve seen that fell between my date of birth and yours
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| Fade before the altered shore of a river changing course
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| No, I didn’t think that I would ever feel this way again
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| No, not with a story this long and this close to the end
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| And though I try to fathom why home feels strange to me
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| More and more the other shore is what I need to see
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| Minutes slip away, minutes become days
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| Minutes to downtown, minutes to the Coast Highway
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| Forever on this freeway dreaming of my getaway
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| Don’t know how I’m still in LA
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| Now, there may be nothing left for us
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| But what pleasure can teach
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| Now, deep in the moment with the future so out of reach
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| I see that smile and even while it breaks my heart I laugh
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| That’s because this heart was already torn in half
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| Minutes slip away, minutes become days
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| Minutes to downtown, minutes to the Coast Highway
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| And I’m out on this freeway, still plotting my getaway
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| Don’t know how I’m still in LA |