| The warmth of summer is a knowing father
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| The lies I told you didn’t really matter anyway
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| The end is further than you said before
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| So we’ve got plenty in store for you yet
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| We’ll go to the devil’s tree
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| And tear it down to see what’s underneath
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| We’ll dive into the rabbit holes
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| To see those other worlds
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| We’ll ban all mirrors and calendars
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| So we won’t age
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| There’ll always be a place
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| Where we can wash away our sins
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| Oh, you look so pretty, and full of fear
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| So let’s make distance into a little game
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| We’ll go into the city and disappear
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| Nothing will ever be the same aside from our first names
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| We’ll go to the devil’s tree
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| And tear it down to see what’s underneath
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| We’ll dive into the rabbit holes
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| To see those other worlds
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| We’ll ban all mirrors and calendars
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| So we won’t age
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| There’ll always be a place
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| Where we can wash away our sins |