| Darling roll the window down
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| I can’t breathe
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| And I want to feel the northerly down my sleeve
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| I love a sunburnt elbow pointing to the sea
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| And, darling, can’t you find us something on the radio?
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| A song to pass the time
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| Sweet and slow
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| Conversation was forsaken long ago
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| It’s getting worse
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| You’ve hardly said a word
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| Since you set eyes on the horizon
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| But I’ve seen the other side of that ocean there
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| And it can’t compare
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| Has it really been a year?
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| How did those days just disappear?
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| We held our breath across each bridge
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| Til we were blue
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| But I wonder if I wished the same as you
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| Like a ten-year-old pretending
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| Summer isn’t really ending
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| It’s getting worse
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| You’ve hardly said a word
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| Since you set eyes on the horizon
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| But I’ve seen the other side of that ocean there
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| And it can’t compare to this
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| So I’ll steal another kiss
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| Before the sun goes down on this fibrotown
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| And we give chase
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| Like all those other days
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| I suppose it’s no surprise
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| We drive, time flies
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| Has it really been a year? |
| Where the hell do we go from here? |