| A soft wise of
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| In the air hockey fire
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| Soft filled my lungs
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| By minds gone easy and empty
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| I remember you well
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| In the air hockey fire
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| glass of smell
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| And the shadows danced
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| While they’re around you
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| They have a notes built in the burned out wood
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| Crippling size through
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| Two will come back deal with me
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| I don’t know what I think
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| Since the air hardly fire
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| I stare and see
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| And green vivid highs of his house
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| his home
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| How the year have you home
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| That I’m in sorrow doubts
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| Time doesn’t seem realize since passing
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| As we wait in the suburbs for them to call
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| For us and tell us it’s time
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| In this big word sign
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| We’re too young to comeback
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| Until be free to comeback
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| Until be free
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| We watch
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| At the air hockey fire
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| And sudden black birds
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| Say my to the halfline
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| Half on the top branches
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| Those young angels cry
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| For real so sweet
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| You don’t have to die for young
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| If you go back to young with reality
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| We can go back and deal with reality
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| You can go back and deal with reality
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| You can go back and deal with reality |