Playhouses
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Swept away by the river now
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Confounded
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Sound it out now
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Vodka cran in your hand and whose litte girl are you now?
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Oh I'd ask for this dance but I know you'd play like you don't know how
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What your coy smile exposes
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A recent memory of when we shit our bed of roses
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And I know the moon above is shining down
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But not for our love
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So for who?
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So for who?
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Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath
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I can taste the ocean of your tongue
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Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block
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Against the wall under the stars
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Talking about love's meaning
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Well, I wasn't dreaming
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I meant every word
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Just didn't know your demons
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Do you know mine, babe?
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Are we wasting time, babe?
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Playhouses
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Haunted by
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Broken spirits
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Just trying to get high
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Well we chose this course but
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The weather changed
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And the river froze
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And when it thawed it was running
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Backwards and dry now
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I suppose it's appropriate to cry now
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Over wasted time
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And naked lies
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Still get wasted sometimes
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