| After all the lights had died
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| Out behind the palasades park
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| Fireflies remembered to do
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| Exactly what they were supposed to
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| And memories were like coins that tumbled
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| Somersaulting through the deep
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| Down every well we threw them in
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| Until they came to the top again
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| And out like the sun
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| In your hair, in your hair
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| Every month that ends its spin
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| Is picked up by the moon for keeping
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| Clean and safe from accidents
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| Sheltered from the elements
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| But June is like an echo
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| Of the sounds we never made
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| I swear they find me in my waking hours
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| Thirty days like poison flowers
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| The wind in your hair
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| Like a sigh, like a sigh
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| With intermittent rain and shine
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| the sky re-started six or seven times
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| It’s blue because it sees
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| All our infidelities
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| We both know that it’s been so long
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| I’m not sure what to say so I hope
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| Fireflies remember to do exactly what it was they used to |