| Man, it’s so nice to see you again
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| Near that grey blue pool in L.A.,
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| I close my book, move my bag, make some space
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| 'Cause it’s time to give that son a break
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| So, tell me now, how these few years have been
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| What is living to honor the past?
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| And I have been well, I say through a smile
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| These feelings, they come and go fast
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| Light your cigarette, I see the fame in your eyes
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| Sing me that new song you sing
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| The time for you and I, it was never quite right
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| That matters, that means everything
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| 'Cause the garden walls grow quick
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| Before you know, you’re outside of it
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| The ivy’s coming in
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| It’s so beautiful if you can find it
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| Time, she’s always kept you on her good side
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| Some people, they still fight their fate
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| I understood clear what you said with your eyes
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| We all speak in different ways
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| 'Cause the garden walls grow quick
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| Before know you’re outside of it
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| The ivy’s coming in
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| It’s so beautiful if you can find it
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| And the garden walls grow quick
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| Before know you’re outside of it
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| The ivy’s coming in
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| It’s so beautiful if you can find it |