| We wanted to know when we’d be free
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| What life looked like on the other side of that sanctuary
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| Believin' somehow we’d make them proud
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| Knowin' the sins they made and figuring we could stay on common ground
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| Cigarette smoke in an August sky
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| Drinkin' the beers you convinced your older brother to buy
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| We hadn’t make any of our mistakes
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| Our world was in the cradle but innocence was in the grave
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| And I know we can’t go back in time
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| But every now and then you look at me and I know you wonder why
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| We can’t get back to when September was our only adversary
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| In the lot behind St. Mary’s
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| Well I thought I’d be all you’d need
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| But your heart was in the dark and mine was in the weeds
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| I’m sure the dreamer who built the first trapeze
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| Fell in love with someone who grew to resent the goddamn thing
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| And I know we can’t go back in time
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| But every now and then you look at me as if to wonder why
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| We can’t get back to the love we made before our teenage dreams were buried
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| In the lot behind St. Mary’s
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| St. Mary’s
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| A nightlight glowed in the rectory
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| We told ourselves the pastor must be sound asleep
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| But now we’re old enough to know he never slept
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| And that God’s love is almighty, but our love is just bones and flesh
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| And I know we can’t go back in time
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| But every now and then you you reach for me and I close my eyes and try
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| To get back to that summer and the blue jeans we were wearin'
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| In the lot behind St. Mary’s
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| St. Mary’s |