| The change didn’t shape me
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| It just faded in
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| I was thinking I might call you back
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| I never did
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| That’s a debt in words
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| A debt in time
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| Now there’s no more truly endless nights
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| Walkin' home with the mornin' moon
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| Yellowin' like it’s been tryin' to tell me somethin'
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| Or really tryin' not to
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| Bethany, walkin' with me
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| I remember like it was yesterday
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| I know everything changes
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| You’d think it wouldn’t feel the same
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| Another dead-end turn
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| An hour’s drive
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| I came in through the Gully end
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| Saturated
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| In the light between batching houses
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| Flickering like film for me
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| Worn out like drawn-out pages
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| Blown over the streets
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| Flakin' white faded letters
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| Can’t remember what they used to say
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| I know everything changes
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| You’d think it wouldn’t feel the same |