| Back when I was a more sexist boy
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| I used to believe that only girls would remember dates
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| Like when they first stayed around the other person’s house
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| Now it is the fourth of August
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| I am holding you so awkward
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| Don’t know what to do with myself
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| My arms, my legs or anything else
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| Lying so quiet for so long
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| So quiet for so long
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| So quiet for so long
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| Half the cars have their lights on
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| And now I still recall every day
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| A fragile friend who is hurt again
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| As impatiens burst and find their line
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| I sneeze whenever I look at the light
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| Now it is the fourth of August
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| I am holding you so awkward
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| With nothing to feel guilty for
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| Except the things we’ve done and said and thought
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| There will be time to give a reason
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| But for now we are dreaming
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| There will be time to find the failing
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| Build them up 'till the overtake us
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| And they live in our room
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| By the cactuses I think
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| Lying so quiet for so long
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| So quiet for so long
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| So quiet for so long
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| Half the cars have their lights on
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| So quiet for so long
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| So tired of getting it wrong
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| So quiet for so long
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| Half the cars have their lights on |