| We don’t come down, we just stay up all year
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| Counting our vices, dear, and the shit that got us here
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| But when I loved you, it didn’t have to be a language
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| No written rules or commandments
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| It was enough to be alive
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| One by one, or two by two
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| Miss Jenny Jenkins
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| You know I wouldn’t change things
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| Even if I made it
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| So we take our time and skip around some
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| Half my love is on the run, half my love is on the run
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| Chase it down while I’m young
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| My car broke down somewhere up on Mulholland
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| And we watched the lights fade on the imported palms
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| And we laughed out loud at all of the bullshit here
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| I’m dying on promises, dear, in the Hollywood sun
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| One by one, or two by two
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| Miss Jenny Jenkins
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| You know I wouldn’t change things
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| Even if I made it
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| So we take our time and skip around some
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| Half my love is on the run, half my love is on the run
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| Chase it down while I’m young
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| One by one, or two by two
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| Miss Jenny Jenkins
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| You know I wouldn’t change things
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| Even if I made it |