| I’ve got a sepia-toned Polaroid of you from days gone by
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| You look so good in shades, but I wish I could see your eyes
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| Shining bright right back at me like you saw something in mine
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| Lighting up the August night like dizzy fireflies
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| If we saved a thousand dollars back then, we knew we would be fine
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| We’d sneak into the golf course back when all we had was time
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| We’d lie under the fireflies and drink a box of wine
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| Long before you wanted more and this whole world lost its mind
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| This whole world lost its mind
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| Can you meet me there tonight?
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| I don’t want nothing but your hand in mine
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| Like when we were young and wild-eyed
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| We had nothing but plenty of time
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| Lit under the fireflies
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| If I could double up my salary next year, we might afford a house
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| I could work away my fingerprints, grind the teeth out of my mouth
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| You said if we can’t find our hope we’ll end up living by our fear
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| But every day seems less okay, and it hasn’t been our year
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| I’m older now and all I know how is to work to see your face
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| Smiling proud, knowing we carved out some tiny little space
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| This clock just keeps on ticking, we can’t seem to slow it down
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| Let’s kick against the current, and I’ll hold you if we drown
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| I’ll hold you if we drown
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| Can you meet me there tonight?
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| I don’t want nothing but your hand in mine
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| Like when we were young and wild-eyed
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| We had nothing but plenty of time
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| Lit under the fireflies
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| Would you meet me there tonight?
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| I don’t want nothing but your hand in mine
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| Like when we were young and wild-eyed
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| We had nothing but plenty of time
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| Meet me there tonight
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| Meet me there tonight
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| Right when we were young and wild-eyed
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| We had nothing but plenty of time
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| Lit under the fireflies
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| Lit under the fireflies
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| Lit under the fireflies |