This place is going dead.
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So snap our picture let's go down outside, you're so perfect in pink.
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Black bracelet, I could never forget so let's drink up tonight.
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You say, you say it, it's running through my veins,
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well please stay safe you're seventeen.
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Limousine will take us to meet the crowds never seen room for mistake,
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but your best way out was her. Dresses and alcohol join.
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Ill bring you back to your car first. So why we cry?
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And we will soon forget.
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Now were safe and so sound,
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I can hear your heartbeat she whispers in the car.
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Well travel east until you see Ironwood,
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now it's understood, it's finally kicked in.
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And as we stop by this gathering of fire at the rocks,
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I've forgotten all your world and here's to one more,
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a story told to scare, a tale to replace words
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of no real meaning and such awful tasteless lips.
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Dresses and alcohol join.
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I'll bring you back to your car first. So why we cry?
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And we will soon forget.
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Let's say we were better than our bodies were found.
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And I saw her but, there she goes, and there she goes.
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Her bright face, black smile, we can't change that.
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I never knew that a night could end so, so, so, so.
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So there we were minutes from making it.
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Celebrate we're finally done and gone.
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And though this highway is all too long one more mile to the hotel.
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This music's soft and it sounds so good to me,
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you taste of liquor but who will care.
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I almost fought to the death,
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yet death had come to this fight.
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Look, look now let's see who,
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one twenty-two I softly worried not saying a word to the driver.
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Just sing your favorite verse out of key,
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I still think it sounds so good to me.
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Let it go...
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I bet you love me now, now that you've had your drinks,
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it's been fun but it's always. This girl, loves fear.
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This can wait I can't stay he said it's up here on the right
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wait no I don't know, it's safe.
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Where did you go when. Now all I see are faces,
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pale to the touch close your eyes and sing, we're lost.
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But the car had to much force to it. And the road is so unforgiving.
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Windows shatter like dust and make glass streets and something for our feet.
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But she asked can we slow down, traffic is time, so we drove and we drove and we drove.
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Cause all we lost was years, oh well, think of this think of me think that.
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And we will soon forget.
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A Story For Supper
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Lydia |