| Sun’s up too soon like daylight savings
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| Mixed emotions are congregating
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| Picturing us in all these places
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| Ahead of myself’s an understatement
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| Sky looks so purple, I can taste it
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| Couple days in, I call you baby
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| Three stories up here contemplating
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| But what the fuck is patience?
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| These are
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| Fast times and fast nights, yeah
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| No time for rewrites, we couldn’t help it
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| Outlines on bedsides, yeah
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| Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
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| Fast times and fast nights, yeah
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| Closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn’t help it
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| Outlines on bedsides, yeah
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| Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
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| My feelings used to be serrated
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| But you speak in such a perfect cadence
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| Tiptoeing past so many stages
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| But what the fuck is patience?
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| These are
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| Fast times and fast nights, yeah
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| No time for rewrites, we couldn’t help it
|
| Outlines on bedsides, yeah
|
| Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
|
| Fast times and fast nights, yeah
|
| Closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn’t help it
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| Outlines on bedsides, yeah
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| Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
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| These
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| These are
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| These are the fast times
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| These
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| These are
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| These are the
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| Fast times and fast nights, yeah
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| No time for rewrites, we couldn’t help it
|
| Outlines on bedsides, yeah
|
| Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
|
| Fast times and fast nights, yeah
|
| Closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn’t help it
|
| Outlines on bedsides, yeah
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| Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it |