hey IĄŻm walking home from this
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a tidal wave down flood st girl I miss
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and IĄŻm smoking your last cigarette
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from the pack I had last weekend
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i donĄŻt want this to ever change, this young for ever burning phase
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hey IĄŻll meet you every other day
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this high tide sea will wash away
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just you, me, strap, just, andy
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oh andy, andy wonĄŻt you call me when your done
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and even if this fails dismally watch the sky come crashing down
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running fast midnight through bronte park, hoping never to be found
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tripping over down near tamma rocks, tonight IĄŻll race the clouds
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burning feet takes me to ocean beach, my home IĄŻll never find
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dr. sax is whispering in my ear, these are tales of my youth
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and now all my friends are crazy, I am next in line for sure
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i am next in line for sure
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i used to spend my weeks just breathing
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i am next in line for sure
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Just Breathing
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| The Devoted Few |
