| On the lamp-lit damp seats
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| Under muted city streets
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| See the ever problem murmured in the dark
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| And the lamps lit damp tears
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| That signed on worsening fears
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| Hands uncoupled, goodbyes set to part
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| The theatre on my left
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| Where potential love had met
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| Before your eyes reflect our sunset spot
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| Now the torture found our fun
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| See me rumble, spit and hum
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| 'Cause this city reminds me of you
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| Anniversaries draw near
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| Still nothing crystal clear
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| Of a day that fucked a future and a past
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| Quickly draw on retrospect
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| Still nothing to suspect
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| A single scent sets me running fast
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| The restaurant on my right
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| Has potential pain inside
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| Before your eyes reflect our sunset spot
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| Now the torture found our fun
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| See my rumble, spit and hum
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| 'Cause this city, it reminds me of you
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| Through a language that I learned
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| First implied, and then inferred
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| And the flash-flood memories, they rush on back
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| Watch the tables flip and turn
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| Set the future off to burn
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| The light, it flickers, glimpsing hope at best
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| Our dream house up in front
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| But our falling’s love a stunt
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| Where the never haves and never wills take place
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| Now the torture found our fun
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| I am pleading for that gun, oh, I am done
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| 'Cause this city, it reminds me of you… |