| You seem resigned to find a frequency
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| Somehow I still believed in alchemy
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| The secrets we were told, they never turned to gold
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| Untie, untwist, until the brake lights blind us
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| The radio they called it Caroline
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| From ship to shore can we get a crime
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| We sank ‘With Sympathy' in 1983
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| A heavy handed touch of symbolism finds us
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| Near the road whose great fame was owed to pending coronation
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| Near the road, in absence we’re told
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| We’re gonna wake up (wake up) too soon (too soon)
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| And I don’t wanna be the one who loved you
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| Wake up (wake up) too soon (too soon)
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| We fell asleep without a sound
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| Turn around
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| Turn around and finally brave the night
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| A single moon, a single satellite
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| Picked up a souvenir to prove that we were here
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| We trade nostalgia from the comfort of the bar stool
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| I’ve seen your friends, I hear you’re married now
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| With every single dare I dare avow
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| Somehow I made it worse and simplified the verse
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| We lied awake with thoughts we’d pilfered from the art school
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| Still you know the breakwaters slow the waves of California
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| Still you know there’s nowhere to go
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| We’re gonna wake up (wake up) too soon (too soon)
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| And I don’t wanna be the one who loved you
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| Wake up (wake up) too soon (too soon)
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| We fell asleep without a sound
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| Turn around |