| Linus, can we be best friends
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| Road trip, souvenirs, pep talks while you’re changing gears
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| Transition lens
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| Work it out back-to-back over late-night coffee and hits of weed
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| Just you and me
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| Reminisce, can we be best friends
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| Share clothes and cans of beers, talking shit about our peers
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| It never ends
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| Sort it out, back on track just on time to disagree
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| You’re evergreen
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| Sunlight sneaks up slowly on us
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| Some nights I just wanna stay up
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| So I never have to wake up sore and stuff
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| Dirty and dried up
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| Linus, can we be best friends
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| Heart to hearts, harmonies, inside jokes and memories
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| Of now and then
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| Got the touch for making gold
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| And everything is shimmering
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| Sunlight sneaks up slowly on us
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| Some nights I just wanna stay up
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| So I never have to wake up sore and stuff
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| Dirty and dried up
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| Hints of green marching in
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| Equinox knocks on the door
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| Sinking spring, time in New York on your floor
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| Hints of green marching in
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| Equinox knocks on the door
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| Sinking spring, time in New York on your floor |