| Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
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| The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago
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| Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
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| Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
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| Still, it’s so much clearer
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| I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge
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| The moon is low tonight
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| Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
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| I’m not sure all these people understand
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| It’s not like years ago
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| The fear of getting caught
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| Of recklessness and water
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| They cannot see me naked
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| These things, they go away
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| Replaced by everyday
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| Nightswimming, remembering that night
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| September’s coming soon
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| I’m pining for the moon
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| And what if there were two
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| Side by side in orbit
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| Around the fairest sun?
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| That bright, tight forever drum
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| Could not describe nightswimming
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| You, I thought I knew you
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| You, I cannot judge
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| You, I thought you knew me
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| This one laughing quietly
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| Underneath my breath
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| Nightswimming
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| The photograph reflects
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| Every streetlight a reminder
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| Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
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| Deserves a quiet night |