| Rainy night in slo-mo, for a trip you just flied in
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| For the one that uprooted your garden
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| Your last two meals together, they were worthless, in fairness
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| And the one before was a king of stares
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| The weeks slipped by like water and the days congeal
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| And you can never put words in the we don’t feel
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| But if we’re lucky and if time allows
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| The paths to smile down our house
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| The we should write down all the awful thing we did
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| Fear still stalks the land but no one seems afraid of it
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| You drive into the darkness with a man you’ve never met
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| Thinking any day now there could be a way to forget
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| This level of surrender never feels quite real
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| To leave it in the lap of the gods and the hands of the guy at the wheel
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| It’s a rainy night in slo-mo, if you wanna wish upon a star
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| 'Til you remember wonder and awe’ll only get you so far
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| But if we’re lucky and if time allows
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| The paths to smile down our house
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| The we should write down all the awful thing we did
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| Fear still stalks the land but no one seems afraid of it
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| Don’t mean to be a wrath
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| But can we focus on our fuckin' now?
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| Don’t mean to be a wrath
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| But can we focus on our fuckin' now?
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| Don’t mean to be a wrath
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| But can we focus on our fuckin' now?
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| Don’t mean to be a wrath
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| But can we focus on our fuckin' now? |