I know it's where we had to end,
The torch we
The weight of this town is cloudy
as if it's
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
Don't it feel we own the world
And everthing is perfect...
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