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Good book, I said I won't cry Oh because crying would mean that it's over Starting to look just the same as some hangover, as some hangover That some stranger caught We'd upset the neighbors The trees that they carved When they were teenagers Now they can't find their names anymore The building was no angel either It's always warm in the water The fireworks fall, over and out of and into the flowers That sprung up from the astros I forgot the time I've dreamt about it I've dreamt about it Once or twice Sometimes, in late December drove over cats eyes in your car Forgot where I was for a second And all the headlights All of the headlights looked like