i'll watch the lights slip past the trees
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begging for kisses to be made
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without a bottle's helping hands
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we'll watch the movies where the lines are said
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i will repeat them back to you
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without a bottle's helping hands
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talk about a long night for a fist fight
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strap your memories to your back
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and hang that noose around your neck
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and your photos are fading now
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you said this is your chance to turn it all around
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"your past mistakes hold no weight
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cause we're always moving forward
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never turn around, don't look back now"
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as we walk home the snow falls around us
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as we fall onto the sidewalks with our heads up
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always looking for a hand up or a hand out
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it was nice to know you then
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Fade In, Fade Out
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The Forecast |