| Leave the house
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| Your lover
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| And children
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| Take the car
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| Drive it down to the ocean
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| Cut your cards
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| Burn the letters you were given
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| In every word they swore true love was hidden
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| Tear apart your black suit
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| Cut your hair to its roots
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| Smoke your last cigarette
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| One last comforting breath
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| Then you howl down that road
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| Where all your brothers and your sisters wouldn’t go
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| Dream of girls that made you feel fifteen
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| With the palest skin
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| And her mother’s sympathy
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| But that trail remains unseen
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| Take the urn
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| Spread its ash on the garden
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| Every leaf will carry her love in summer
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| Turn the dial
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| Let the long wave flutter
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| Fighting static and song beneath the ether
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| Under a clear crescent moon
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| You hum along out of tune
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| Every doubt is erased
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| Spills out the car and into space
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| As you howl down that road
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| Where all your brothers and your sisters wouldn’t go
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| As the fields turn to coast
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| Let the water scare away all of your ghosts
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| Of the girls you held at seventeen
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| They had skinny waists and teenage liberty
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| All these things that you have seen
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| Every star
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| Every stone
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| Every soul you’ll never know
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| Spiralled out that great spark
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| To let us know that once we weren’t so far apart
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| From the girls that made you feel sixteen
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| How your brothers t--shirts hung above her knees
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| All these things that you have seen |