| Sick of the winter so I came to visit
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| Guess I was bored of the cold
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| You picked me up and we drove through the desert
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| I showed you something I wrote
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| You said that it was the song of the summer
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| We played it loud in your car
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| But now it’s February, nobody’s heard it
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| I guess we’ll stay where we are
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| Where we are
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| You said that you might be home for the funeral
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| I just wasn’t sure when
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| You called me up on your last day in Dublin
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| Your bus was leaving at ten
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| I said I’d meet you at five on the corner
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| Same place we usually do
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| We stood outside with our heels on the curb
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| I was happy to be there with you
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| You said, «You're always changing on me»
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| I wish that was really true
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| If I had your bravery
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| Maybe I wouldn’t feel so blue
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| I spent the day sitting at the piano
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| Half of the keys don’t play
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| I stopped when I heard the crunch of your wheels
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| On the stones in the driveway |