| As we’re halfway over the bridge
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| You’re taking a sip of your coffee
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| Glance at your phone and you mumble, «I hope he dies»
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| Yeah, I hope he dies, too
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| You were sunscreen and sandpaper
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| Just living for the comedown
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| You smiled and called me stupid
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| And you swam to the other side of the pool
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| Just like a dream
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| As we’re halfway out of the ocean
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| Wondering where we parked the car
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| A plane dips lower, towing a banner that said:
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| «What did you do between the wars?»
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| My selfish soul was screaming as I dropped you off at the airport
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| You smiled and called me stupid
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| Evaporating on the other side of the line
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| Just like a dream
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| It’s just me and the recoveries singing
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| «The only drug for this is time»
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| Living a letter to all the things we could’ve done better now
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| Forever further on my way back home
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| I’m still spinning like a laundromat
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| Still treading water in the aftermath
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| Just stay clean, just say you’ll remember me
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| Forever further on my way back home
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| Forever further on my way back home |