| we cut the legs off of our pants
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| threw our shoes into the ocean
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| sit back and wave through the daylight
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| sit back and wave through the daylight
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| slip and slide on subway grates
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| these shoes are poor mans ice skates
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| fall through like change in the daylight
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| fall through like change in the daylight
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| i miss yellow lines in my roads
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| some color on monochrome
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| maybe i’ll paint them in myself
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| maybe i’ll paint them in myself
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| maybe i’ll paint them in myself
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| maybe i’ll paint them in myself
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| maybe i’ll paint them in myself
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| maybe i’ll paint them in myself
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| these sidewalks liquid then stone
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| building walls and an old pay phone
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| it rings like all through the daylight
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| it rings like all through the daylight
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| chorus
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| and in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine
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| i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames
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| and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
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| cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home
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| I have five clocks in my life
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| and only one has the time right
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| i’ll just unplug it for today
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| ill just unplug it for today
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| open hydrant rolled down windows
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| this car might make a good old boat
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| and float down grand street in daylight
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| and float down grand street in daylight
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| and float down grand street in daylight
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| and float down grand street in daylight
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| and float down grand street in daylight
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| and float down grand street in daylight
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| and with just half of a sunburn
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| new yellow lines that i earned
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| step back and here comes the night time
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| step back and here comes the night time
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| chorus x2
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| and in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine
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| i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames
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| and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
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| cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home |