I know it's where we had to end,
The torch we
And I'll hide under the covers,
Until this winter's over,
And I
It's a small town built on novel objections,
And white local
We sat on a swingset side by side
Suspended from this
We signed both our names and the cards were done,
It's there where I had left you
It's then when
Long before my stomping grounds got trampled on,
I sat and
We made our plans to meet tonight,
under street lights
So I tip my glass, and I bid farewell, with
The ghost in the picture
The smile on your face
This parking lot
These windows fog transparency
This radio dubs
It's as if you started out
on a front page
This is taking on the world,
This is letting out the
Don't it feel we own the world
And everthing is perfect...
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