| Sunset over simple chords
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| Driving right to your front door
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| Pick a fight with myself on the way
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| I’m sure you can tell that I beat him to hell
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| Upset under lamp-lit drones
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| Humming songs like I hope I’m still home
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| If I’m not, I’m out just circling thoughts, thinking
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| How far away can we be 'til it stops?
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| Get along, get along, get along
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| Hate is just my lack of even trying
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| Get along, get along
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| I get along with you fine, so stop your crying
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| I lost a bit to tourniquets
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| And found some more in movie scripts
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| Feel it all around this time
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| I thought that you had said you’re mine
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| Illustrate your thoughtful ways
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| I draw you as a peaceful day
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| But I’m intensely occupied
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| I wonder if I look kinda tired
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| Get along, get along, get along
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| Hate is just my lack of even trying
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| Get along, get along
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| I get along with you fine, so stop your crying
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| Oh my God
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| Never really thought of all the things that I could say
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| Make it better off today
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| Oh my God
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| Nothing ever really changes, but that’s all okay
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| Maybe we can feel the same
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| Get along, get along, get along
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| Hate is just my lack of even trying
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| Get along, get along
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| I get along with you fine, so stop your crying
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| Get along, I get along
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| I get along with you fine, so stop your crying |