| Clouds crash on the hillside
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| Set to sail your soul at high tide
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| High time you left that shadow
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| Dead weight in the meadow
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| Let it follow far below
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| Oh, Oh, Oh
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| Whoa what a ceiling
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| All the angels cracked and peeling
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| Revealing constellations
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| One day you will name one
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| After a boy you knew
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| When you were back in middle school
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| And ingrained his name in love notes
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| Every one retained though
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| In a box behind your raincoats
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| Oh, those days
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| When rainy days meant
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| Trace the spaces raindrops made when
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| Racing 'cross the windshield
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| The pace of life wasn’t real
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| Oh, though how we quickened
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| How the slope began to slicken
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| You slip into a grin then
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| Begin with where you’ve been and
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| In my linen you are skin again
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| La da da
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| La da da da da daa
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| Da da daa
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| Da daa daa
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| La da da daa da da daa daa
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| Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside
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| Set to sail your soul at high tide
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| High time you left that shadow
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| Dead weight in the meadow
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| In my linen you are skin again |