| You fell in love with the sunshine
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| And you took a walk with a boy
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| You spent half a year on the verge of tears
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| Just because nothing ever feels like it did before
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| So now I understand if you’re bitter
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| Frankly sometimes I do feel the same
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| It’s amazing how in your own homes how the comfort and the pain
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| Well they just grow
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| This is the field where I realized I loved you
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| And they just grow
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| This is the diner where we learned that people die before their time sometimes
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| The impermanence of it all
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| Don’t you let it make you feel too very small
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| We saw new constellations with each observation
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| The night sky grows bigger it seems
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| But under our ceilings is much more revealing
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| You’ll find what we found in our dreams
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| And I dreamt that all my old friends got together again
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| Had a potluck or something, somewhere that we’ve never been
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| And we settle and it’s so strange
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| The way that people in situations change
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| You got caught up in some crazy current
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| Now it seems as though we speak a completely different language
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| But you’ll always be as beautiful as the moment that we met
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| And so I tried to write a song for my father
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| San francisco bus ride that take way too long
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| He said «you're coming back home boy
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| Don’t feel so alone
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| Love yourself and you’ll do no wrong.»
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| But the interstate and life go on and on
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| And on and on and on and on
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| And I wrote my dad a nice blackbox recording
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| Just to hear what people say
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| When they realize what’s coming
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| About a second or so away
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| He said, «it starts with 'oh shit' and it ends with 'I'm sorry'»
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| And it plays in his head all the time
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| And I’m not oh and it’s so crazy
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| The ways we all sabotage our very own peace of mind |