| When the family woke up next morning, they packed and left our sad house
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| We laughed for hours until we went silent and we knew what we did
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| We were happy just for an instant, we felt like we were kids
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| And in the moment, just for an instant, we fell in love once again.
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| Do you remember the billboards in cities where we used to live?
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| The empty promise that God wants to save us as long as God can forgive
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| I wonder if God wrote a book about us, could he actually forgive?
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| I wonder if we wrote a book about us what we’d actually forget.
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| But really, how I wonder…
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| How it used to feel in our younger bodies, in our fancy cars, marbled hotel
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| lobbies
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| On a foreign beach on our wedding day, in satin sheets, in our king sized bed
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| How I miss your skin, I miss your lips, your pretty hair and your curvy hips
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| The saddest songs, the burning sun, forget one day and then it’s gone.
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| Do you remember the cars in our neighborhood? |
| And the sidewalks in chalk?
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| All the children and all of their families when they closed down the block?
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| They’d shoot fireworks into the night sky, we’d toast with champagne
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| We were real once without any vanities, I want to be there again.
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| But really, I want to be there…
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| In the Whistler mountains in the powdered snow, in a club in Paris…
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| Drinking wine with our best friends on the Big Sur cliffs laughing in the wind
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| Swimming pools in the Hollywood Hills painting moments from your favorite films
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| Every night and every breath, the beads of sweat above your breasts
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| How it used to feel in our younger bodies in our fancy clothes in the plaza
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| lobby
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| St. Maarten Beach on our wedding day, in the Vatican in our king sized bed.
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| I want to be there. |