Some people work for a living
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and then realize that just living works.
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When I saw you smile up to the ceiling,
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it must have been my turn.
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A Polaroid pose for a postcard-
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Portland, Maine and the pouring rain.
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I'm running to ready myself
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for the walk across the rocks
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into the sand up on the docks to talk.
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And maybe can I hold your hand?
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Oh, why do I plan and plan?
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I can't understand.
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I'm thinking of the ending to this movie
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and baby,
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it's bound to be tragedy;
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how lucky for me.
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Only had one night to dream together,
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'till you're flying and i'm losing teeth
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and crashing up cars.
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If we could brave the nasty weather,
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I better fake brave
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'cause you've started something special inside of me.
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You've started the hard part,
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you've cast yourself smart.
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Now if I could only stay awake,
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we could ride away,
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we'll ride away to the shore
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and kiss before the credits.
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And maybe i'm a hopeless case.
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Oh, why? Comes and slip by the dark of the lake.
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I'm thinking of a way to smooth write this moonlight
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and I slipped into sleep, yeah.
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402, how lucky for you.
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I'll write, you'll write.
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Alright, I'm lost,
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I guess. Trauma boy dramatic
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lacks desire for anything drastic.
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Oh, would you look down here?
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I'll write, you'll write.
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Alright, I've lost too,
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even though the morning rise
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was full of our eyes,
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they're waiting for us outside.
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You left me full of Philly,
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but still so very empty.
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The City On Film - Portland Maine And The Pouring Rain
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| The City On Film |
