| I wonder what you’re doing
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| In the night out there
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| Is a sad summer breath tangled in your hair
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| Can you hear the lonely engines
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| Screaming through the town
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| There’s no where to run
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| When the darkness comes down
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| Is there a song inside of you
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| That you tried to forget
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| Like your fake ID and your mom’s cigarettes
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| Does it take you back
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| Is the vision intense
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| You and me in Shriner’s Park
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| Trying to make some sense
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| You were just seventeen
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| But your laughter was mild
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| You liked my dreams you thought I was wild
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| Is there a rhythm in your step now
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| That reminds you of a dance
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| Do you push it all away
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| Cause you never took the chance
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| You’d sneak out your window
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| When I’d come for you
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| I’d be waiting in the street light on 8th Avenue
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| You’d slip into my car
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| We’d drive down past the fence
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| You and me in Shriner’s Park
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| Trying to make some sense
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| Did you feel like you were crazy
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| When they sent you far away
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| Did no one have the answers
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| When you hung your head to pray
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| You could not let yourself dream
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| Never dare believe
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| You could ever be more
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| Than you were born to be Do you lock up your house
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| Like you locked up your past
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| If I were to call
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| Could you free me at last
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| Could you slip into my car
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| Could we drive down past the fence
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| You and me in Shriner’s Park
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| Trying to make some sense |