| so wake up
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| & smell the scent on your skin
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| the night breathes
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| easily, the subway’s wind
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| carries me back, brings me all the way back in
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| here’s a car that we can drive
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| come on get in
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| through the night that rolls in every room
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| you’re too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend
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| lord I’ll be coming round so soon
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| & I see the sad young friend has gone away
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| with his promises his speeches & his poems
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| but the fields have drifted in to fill his space
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| like ghosts
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| like ghosts
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| here’s a car that we can drive come on get in
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| through the night that rolls in every room
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| you’re too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend
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| lord I’ll be coming round so soon
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| lord
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| & I remember afternoons inside your mother’s house
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| us skipping school & getting high inside
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| but I can’t even think about it anymore I can’t fit
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| my words inside
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| the afternoons were grey & overwhelming as they fell
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| to fused lamps & September’s clarity
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| the way back home is lost to us forever in the night
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| & the leaves
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| the falling leaves
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| here’s a car that we can drive come on get in
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| through the night that rolls in every room
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| you’re too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend
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| lord I’ll be coming round so soon
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| lord |