| We sat quiet on the hill
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| Out just north of Wings Field
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| Waiting on the runway lights
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| We were wrapped in winter coats
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| And I said I’d drive you home
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| You’d been pulling out your flask all night
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| I wrapped my arms around the moment like I’m clutching a memory
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| You alive in your madness, in love with the night
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| The glow of the forest, the ambulance lights
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| The bluest things on Earth don’t know shit about the blues
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| You used to be vibrant
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| You used to burn bright
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| Put out the light
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| In your clouded eyes
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| Kept you inside
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| Through the summer time
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| Put out the fight, pressing flowers at night
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| In a book that you love
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| The pieces they can’t take of us
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| I found you shaking at the lake
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| A hospital bracelet still tied to your wrist
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| We talked to fill the empty space
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| Danced on the ice until it breaks
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| They flooded a town so this part could exist
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| You see us walking on the streets in your dreams
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| The pills that they fed you
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| Your half awake eyes
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| The bluest things on Earth don’t know shit about the blues
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| You used to burn…
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| Put out the light
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| In your clouded eyes
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| Kept you inside
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| Through the summertime
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| Put out the fight, pressing flowers at night
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| In a book that you love
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| The pieces they can’t take of us Put out the light
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| In your clouded eyes
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| Kept you inside
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| Through the summertime
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| Put out the fight, pressing flowers at night
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| In a book that you love
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| These pieces they can’t take of us These pieces they can’t take of us |