| City life, rain and on the street
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| I’d crawl back home if I thought she was asleep
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| The way we were, that soft and perfect kiss
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| Summer ends and it comes down to this
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| Marianne, we’re in the blizzard now
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| We’re the dream and fate’s trying to be the plow
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| You got to fight with all the light in your skull
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| We’ve come too far to lay down by the side of the road
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| August one, my head was full of junk
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| You see in time a cruel pollution comes
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| She didn’t cry until I opened up my mouth
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| We’re headed north but my god this feels south
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| My God this feels south
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| I miss your smile, I miss the way you’d move
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| Before all this, before so much to lose
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| My eyes aglow and on the fire escape
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| Why’s it get so quiet when there’s so much to say?
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| I want that feel like a plane when it arrives
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| Where at the gate family waits with quiet smiles
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| And all is pure with a bright sense of relief
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| I can trust you love if you can trust me
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| If you can trust me |