| There was a time two fearless minds
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| Well we packed up for a new place
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| A college town with a musical sound
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| And everyone had a new face
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| There was something there
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| Maybe it was the trees
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| Or the flowery air
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| Or that everyone seemed so glad
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| They were there
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| And we were two of those too
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| We were two of those too
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| We got a house in between a homeless shelter
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| And a coffee shop
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| We painted the walls until we couldn’t reach
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| I said, «It looks cool this way, let’s stop.»
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| There were always people there
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| Maybe it was the music
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| We played on the record player
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| Or that everyone seemed so glad
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| They were there
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| And we were two of those too
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| We were two of those too
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| And those were the times
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| The quietest days
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| We’ll sit and smile and remember
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| Nothing could feel the same
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| We were so free
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| We were in each passing second
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| And you can’t sustain
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| Anything, everything must change
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| So be thankful for everything
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| And I am
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| I am
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| I am |