| Savor the taste, of coming home late
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| I let my dreams roll past her
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| Taking my time waking her up
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| I put out the morning to pasture
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| I, oh I
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| Was holding me back
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| Tailing me behind my own car
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| I find the depths of my well
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| Stop me if I go too far
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| I met her open, bright-eyed, and warm
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| She gave shape to my laughter
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| Heart in my throat, empty in my chest
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| Evening had never sped faster
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| I, oh I
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| Was holding me back
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| Tailing me behind my own car
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| I find the depths of my well
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| Stop me if I go too far
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| Under rains
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| In my veins
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| I cut in and out
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| Oh, I will filter down
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| Open caves
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| Radio waves
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| Windows in the ground
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| Oh, you can make it sound
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| Oh, you can make it sound
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| I, oh I
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| Was holding me back
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| Tailing me behind my own car
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| I find the depths of my well
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| I find the depths of my well
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| I find…
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| Stop me if I go too far |