| A twelve-hour drunken heart-to-heart
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| Is as good a place as anywhere to start
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| Love is exactly how it is
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| She links her arm in his
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| Oh, the river it flows to the delta
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| And it deepens as it goes
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| ‘What did I mean to you?'
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| It’s in the faces of my friends
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| It’s in the faces of my friends
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| She watches him turn then takes her keys
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| Never got used to his unease
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| Taking a taxi on her own
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| Quick line of lipstick, last spray of cologne
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| Oh, the river it flows to the delta
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| And it slows, oh how it slows
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| ‘What did I mean to you?'
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| It’s in the faces of my friends
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| It’s in the faces of my friends
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| We fall though the world like flakes of snow
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| Each one unique, above and below
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| Everything can be as it seems
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| Watching the wind move through the hornbeams
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| Oh, the river it flows to the delta
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| And it slows, oh how it slows
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| ‘What did I mean to you?'
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| It’s in the faces of my friends
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| It’s in the faces of my friends
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| Don’t stop, you know you can’t stop it
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| Jump start, come on, it’s time to jump start
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| Just let it, you’ve got to let it go
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| Come on now, just let it go
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| It’s just a kind, it’s just a kind of dreaming
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| It’s just a kind, it’s just a kind of dreaming
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| Curtains of rain, curtains of rain
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| It’s in the faces of my friends
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| But don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop now |