| Outside in the evening, spent
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| Bored so we ran out around
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| Young bodies in motion, tearing through the town
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| We laid on your parent’s floor
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| Listen 'til 4am
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| To the tapes we used to make
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| And never would again
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| Shadows up, moving through
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| Cedarsmoke, in your room
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| Covered up, you and me
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| The way we used to be
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| When I look at you I see
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| The days and the way they move
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| Black clouds across the sky
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| With nothing left to prove
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| So this is where I admit
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| I don’t know shit and I never did
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| Seems like some dirty trick
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| We pulled when we were kids
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| Oooohhh I don’t love her like you loved her
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| I don’t love her
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| I don’t love her anymore
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| Shadows up, moving through
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| Cedarsmoke, in your room
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| Covered up, you and me
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| The way we used to be
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| I don’t know if there is some lesson to be learned
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| Or if, young bodies in motion
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| Always push the turns
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| Oooohhh I don’t love her like you loved her
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| I don’t love her
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| I don’t love her anymore
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| Shadows up, moving through
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| Cedarsmoke, in your room
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| Covered up, you and me
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| The way we used to be
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| Shadows up, moving through
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| Cedarsmoke, in your room
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| Covered up, you and me
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| The way we used to be |