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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