| In the time before we needed forgiveness
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| You said, «Meet me after school at the top of Elysian»
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| Sharing headphones and a plastic bottle of vodka
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| In the distance, the crowd going wild in the stadium
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| Orchestra playing under the bandshell
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| Swaying together like cathedral bells
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| They ring and ring and ring and ring and ring
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| And I could only hear you singing
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| She said, «When do you think we’ll stop feeling like children?
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| 'Cause the last time I asked my mom she said she still did»
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| As we passed the cell towers disguised like palm trees
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| She laid out across my lap and we kept driving
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| Orchestra playing under the bandshell
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| Swaying together like cathedral bells
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| They ring and ring and ring and ring and ring
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| And I could only hear you singing
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| Marian Harlow, sitting quiet
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| Imagine if we had stayed
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| Tourniquet stems the blushing tide
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| Love isn’t worship, love is change
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| Orchestra playing under the bandshell
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| Swaying together like cathedral bells
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| They ring and ring and ring and ring and ring
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| And I could only hear you singing
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| Orchestra playing under the bandshell
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| Swaying together like cathedral bells
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| They ring and ring and ring and ring and ring
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| And I could only hear you singing |