| Woken up those New York mornings, shivering bones
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| Thinking how the air welled up, her old brown stone
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| Close down to kiss her, marks time past flown
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| So hard to find it in us to leave these dreams
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| To leave these dreams
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| Growing up Ohio mornings sleeping in late
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| Ducking out the window, the school I hate
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| Listening to my mother talking with her neighbourhood friends
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| Underneath the drone guitar of lucky man
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| Stranded out those Florida beaches, poor as a joke
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| Sails fly in Merritt Islands, lazy blue coast
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| Cool refrains of ocean rain, echo off of my head
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| Celebrated summer, friends and brothers, the freedom we fell
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| And you’re what I remember
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| Shining down the L.A. highways, glorious sun
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| Far from you, from my home, and everyone I love
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| Sinking in the shallow end of her infinite pools
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| Silver lakes and palisades and Malibu
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| Woken up those lost young mornings, somewhere in Spain
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| I couldn’t say the towns I slept, my lovers' names
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| Pouring in on Sunday, heaven’s church bell rang
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| I didn’t know my purpose til I stood and sang
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| For crowds of passing faces
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| Woken up to this new Aprils sleepy gray skies
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| The rain has swept the dust that left, the gutters rise
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| The fog it spills into the hills, crawling out East
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| The windows weep, beside me now though she sleeps and I
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| Now have I found her |