| Terraces that climb like vines
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| Towards the moon, the five a sides
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| The evening inter-city lights
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| I see your face each time I close my eyes
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| Jude, I told you yesterday that I know nothing
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| All my friends are loaded and they smile
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| Picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
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| Exhaust fumes, magnolias and light
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| Helen in the art class light
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| Yes, I guess that if I stay, I’ll stay all night
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| And I know that you’re not afraid
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| But every time I close my eyes I see your face
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| Walking down to Springfield Park, uneasy in the haze
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| Uneasy in the sunlight and the quiet
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| Living life without love in your mother’s waiting room
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| Minute here by minute, it’s like dying
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| Terraces that climb like vines
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| Towards a moon that hangs above another night
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| And streets so filled with echoing
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| You’re so tired that you believe in everything
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| So that summer came and went
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| And I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold
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| So that summer came and went
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| And I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold
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| So that summer came and went
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| And I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold
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| So that summer came and went
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| And I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold
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| Yeah, I became cold |