| Sunlight seeps beneath the bedroom door
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| The new day can no longer be denied
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| You’re puzzled by the puddles on the floor
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| It’s time that I came clean about last night
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| I got a phone call from a friend I seldom see
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| Who thought we had some catching up to do
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| Suffice to say I didn’t disagree
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| And when I left I left the porch light on for you
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| Oh, it was such a sultry night
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| Half the city was outside
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| Just like moths drawn to the lights
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| And the stars were several
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| So we found ourselves a mediocre bar
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| And lost ourselves amongst the demimonde
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| A beer for every year that we’d let pass
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| And at «time» we wondered where the time had gone
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| Oh, but the breeze was beautiful
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| As we stumbled past the school
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| And upon the swimming pool
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| It was just too perfect
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| Atop the cyclone fence
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| I could almost see the sense in heading home
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| But the laughter of a friend
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| From the shadows of the shallow end…
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| Oh, when we finally fled the scene
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| Drunk and giddy with chlorine
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| God, I almost felt fifteen
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| Slinking down the street at night
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| Another minute more
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| And we both would have been caught
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| It’s a sobering thought
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| Just when one was needed |