| If you I can hold you inside this van
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| As we drive point-five miles
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| To that life you left behind
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| For this, the ether of your personality
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| That you want to reappear
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| That you want to reappear
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| And I just love it, I can’t believe
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| How smooth those words fell out
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| The feeling of it
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| Ever since I died in Montreal
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| And I just love it, I can’t believe
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| How smooth those words fell out
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| The feeling of it
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| Ever since I died in Montreal
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| If you can’t hold onto our van
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| As we drive out of this town.
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| Then meet me on Long Island
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| When you do I’ll be around
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| If you I can hold you inside this van
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| As we drive point-five miles
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| To that life you left behind
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| For this, the ether of your personality
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| That you want to reappear
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| That you want to reappear
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| If you can’t hold onto our van
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| As we drive out of this town
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| Then meet me on Long Island
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| When you do you’ll come around
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| And we’ll dance away our sorrows
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| In this world we’re too evolved
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| And I’ll kiss you with a warning
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| Like I did in Montreal |