| Oh, we stay up
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| You and I on the phone, talking late
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| We talk about our recent Netflix and A&E favorites
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| We talk about how the world around us has changed since we were young
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| We talk about the nice things that have happened and the difficult parts
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| And I’ve grown to where I depend on you
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| Like how in the morning, I hear the train going ooh
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| Like how I hear the wind going
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| And the cars on the highway going
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| And when I’m in town, dinner with my girlfriend
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| And coming home from my tour to a big, fat, cozy bed
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| Oh, we’re getting older, aren’t we?
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| Next thing you know I’ll be calling you from a fifty-five plus community
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| Thinking I definitely didn’t pass up the opportunity
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| To tackle life with a tireless tenacity
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| Yesterday it was one of your kid’s birthdays
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| She’s twelve and I remember when she was just a baby
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| She looked like a sack of white flour with legs and arms
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| And my girlfriend at the time said, «Oh my god, I love that little one.»
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| We were both in our late thirties then
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| And we were both getting around so, so easily
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| And you were married then and I was with Emily
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| But that all changed but everyone involved moved on happily
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| I remember my childhood room with these fluorescent posters and a blacklight
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| And I’d burn candles and incense all night
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| But Dad would say, «Mark, you’re gonna burn the house down.»
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| I thought he was paranoid then
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| But I fully understand him now
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| Your room was so much different than mine
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| It had an extra window and much more sunshine
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| And your walls were painted a very light shade
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| Soft blue and yellow like an Easter egg
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| Yesterday five people were murdered at the Fort Lauderdale airport
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| By a mass murderer, these things are daily news reports
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| On New Years Eve, a mass murder in Turkey
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| While me and my girlfriend were sleeping in California, peacefully
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| I’m nervous they’re gonna send a nuclear bomb into the sky
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| Directed at us while we’re asleep and take us by surprise
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| If that happens and my life flashes before my eyes
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| I hope that my beautiful love is sleeping beside me
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| And if the sirens go off and it’s time for the world to say goodbye
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| Many memories will quickly flash through my mind
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| The ones that are the dearest to me
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| Like our night talks
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| I always think of them fondly
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| And if for some reason your life goes before mine
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| Know that our night talks meant everything
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| I’ll be fifty at the end of January
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| And our night talks are what I look forward to most throughout my day
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| I don’t want our night talks to ever go away |