| Little shoes pushing up through the vine
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| I missed what you say, must’ve slipped out of time
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| Staring off to space
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| Something’s playing on your mind
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| That where you think we headed now
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| Look you can’t hide
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| Let’s take the car, get up above the town
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| Talk while we sit
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| Watch the sun shift down the prune ground
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| All those people down there
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| They don’t know who we are
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| But when you dropped that question, nothing hits so hard
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| 'Cause that’s not what you’re really asking
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| I can feel that
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| No, that’s not what you’re really asking
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| How am I meant react
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| When did the days get so long
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| When did we lose the night
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| 'Cause that’s not what you’re really asking
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| I don’t know, I can’t answer that
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| Getting home, pick any road you like
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| I’ve been there before
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| I should’ve warned you to take your time
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| Waking up in LA, it gets under your skin
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| But I can’t find the quiet once those thoughts begin
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| 'Cause that’s not what you’re really asking
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| I can feel that
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| No, that’s not what you’re really asking
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| How am I meant react
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| When did the days get so long
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| When did we lose the night
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| 'Cause that’s not what you’re really asking
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| I don’t know, I can’t answer that
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| 'Cause that’s not what you’re really asking
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| I can feel that
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| No, that’s not what you’re really asking
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| How am I meant react
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| When did the days get so long
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| When did we lose the night
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| 'Cause that’s not what you’re really asking
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| I don’t know
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| 'Cause that’s not what you really asking
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| I can feel that
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| No, that’s not what you really asking
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| How am I react
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| When better days get so long
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| When do we lose the night
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| 'Cause that’s not what you really asking
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| I don’t know, I can’t answer that |