| Spending our days translucent, in and out of everything
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| Hanging out with strangers that’s the way that we begin
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| Staring at the sun, thinking it’s the moon,
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| A tiny indication it’s gonna happen soon.
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| But not like you expect these silhouettes are getting closer
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| They bring you what you need never what you hope for.
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| I guess by now they shoulda told ya I guess by now they’re getting closer.
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| There’s so many things I just don’t wanna say,
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| Like have you got the stuff I need a good day
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| There’s so many things I just don’t wanna do But your way is my way so walk on through
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| Did you get the letter, the one I never sent ya
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| I’m all alone on my own misadventure, seeking something
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| That I don’t wanna find, cos if I do there’s no rewind.
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| Spraying our names on the trains in silver and black
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| Then I make my way back across the tracks
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| I can always find you wherever you are
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| There’s fire in your eyes in the miracle park
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| I’m on the very last train to wherever, reckon that
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| I’ll see you sometime like never, not even in My wildest did I think that it would go like this,
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| Moving through the air, crazy kinda poet kid
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| I owe you this I say to myself
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| I owe you this and nothing else |