| And will we ever feel that way again?
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| Like, we were so close
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| that we could live inside of one another’s skin.
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| Like we all showed up in this town to make something new and good begin.
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| Will we ever be able to call one another
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| my my surrogate sister or brother without
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| being kinda cynical about its implications?
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| Well, past few years.
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| I guess they’ve been pretty weird,
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| i’m sure i left cause i was bored,
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| or maybe scared of what it means
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| when something little comes between you
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| and everything you ever hoped or worked for.
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| But now all i can say is «friend dont go away,
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| you know it kills me when we leave.»
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| but when i’m 9 hours on a bus,
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| i look at photographs of us and
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| i truley do believe its what we need;
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| to go back to Portland but
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| even anywhere in france,
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| and find that shiver for your spine
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| to keep you growing like a vine,
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| and baby never stick too close to your plans.
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| And the best books of our lives are
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| being written all the time but
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| not even one of them is anywhere close to finished yet. |