| I knew a love
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| That could scare all the wings off the doves
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| Outside my window as they’d stretch out their lungs
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| From rooftop to rooftop it would come
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| With new weather as the blank dormers stared
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| At each other in the thick Autumn air
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| Was that Allston in late 89
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| Or some other place, some other time?
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| Anyway
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| It doesn’t change what I’m trying to say
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| It’s just that something seems to be missing these days
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| Come’s still around but the band doesn’t play
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| Gone is gone from Discovery piles
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| Chinatown seems like 3 more miles
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| And I can hardly discern between styles
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| Or kids' twisted looks, and genuine smiles
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| Now, when I’m alone
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| I want to feel like one kid getting stoned
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| Only to keep things a little more clear
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| Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea
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| And when I’m with you
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| I want to notice everything as we do
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| To catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red
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| From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets
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| You know that all was both heaven and Hell for me
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| Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy
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| Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more
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| And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor
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| The bedroom floor
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| Now I’ve got some friends
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| They’ve been hanging around since God knows when
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| They still like to tell me each and every time
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| I mouth off or get out of line
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| But these days I know to watch what I say
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| Although I still do things my own way
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| I still spin the same sounds for these unsatisfied ears
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| Because there’s always something new, something new to hear
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| You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me
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| Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy
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| Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more
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| And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor
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| I should not have left that shit go for so cheap
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| I wish I still had that first release
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| I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet
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| I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I
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| could leave
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| Some things I could leave
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| Now, when I’m alone
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| I want to feel like one kid getting stoned
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| Only to keep things a little more clear
|
| Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea
|
| And when I’m with you
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| I want to notice everything as we do
|
| To catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red
|
| From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets
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| You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me
|
| Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy
|
| Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more
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| And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor
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| I should not have left that shit go for so cheap
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| I wish I still had that first release
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| I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet
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| I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I
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| could leave
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| Some things I could leave
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| Some things I could leave
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| Some things I could leave |