| The hum, somebody turned off the hum
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| Has the juice run out again?
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| Shall we sit in the dark and tell our old stories?
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| Oh no, not that one again
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| But we were happy then
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| Now we laugh the laughter of a laughter remembered
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| And oh, trees fall with no one to hear
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| Tears fall into our beer
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| And we laugh that laughter remembered
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| And oh, it’s so dark on the stairs
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| The air is thick and stale
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| The laughter bumps through the walls
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| And oh, are we tied to those moments for good?
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| The way the light was
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| The salt of our skin and the smell of the ocean
|
| And oh, trees fall with no one to hear
|
| Tears fall into our beer
|
| And we laugh that laughter remembered
|
| The hum, somebody turned off the hum
|
| Has the juice run out again?
|
| Shall we sit in the dark and tell our old stories?
|
| Oh no, not that one again
|
| But we were happy then
|
| Now we laugh the laughter of a laughter remembered
|
| And oh, trees fall with no one to hear
|
| Tears fall into our beer
|
| And we laugh that laughter remembered
|
| And oh, are we tied to those moments for good?
|
| The way the light was
|
| The salt of our skin and the smell of the ocean |