| All the miles, black coffee in the back of the van in our barefeet
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| We were children, that time could, never tire, though it tried
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| I know now honey that we cannot pretend
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| It’s foolish thing but we do it over and over again
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| I can’t I can’t I can’t help myself
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| When it comes to this, I can’t help myself
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| I can’t I can’t I can’t help myself
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| When it comes to this, I can’t help myself
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| The confusion, all the pain
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| All the times I couldn’t articulate
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| And I’m thinking of the seasons
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| How they’re changing and how we do the same
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| I know now honey that we cannot pretend
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| It’s foolish thing but we do it over and over again
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| I can’t I can’t I can’t help myself
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| When it comes to this, I can’t help myself
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| I can’t I can’t I can’t help myself
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| When it comes to this, I can’t help myself
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| I can’t I can’t I can’t help myself
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| When it comes to this, I can’t help myself
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| I can’t I can’t I can’t help myself
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| When it comes to this, I can’t help myself
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| Ohh |