I donĄ¯t know how street lights congregate
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These dark sidewalks, me in the garden state
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This question IĄ¯m asking, postcards I should be sending
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This direction IĄ¯m heading, letĄ¯s toast to new beginnings
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Know that itĄ¯s one, two, and everyone else knew we shouldĄĻ
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Blame the empty sky above
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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I donĄ¯t know when lines begin to blur
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Those long phone calls words begin to slur
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This phone call IĄ¯m making, distances not worth taking
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This direction IĄ¯m heading, letĄ¯s toast to new beginnings
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Know that itĄ¯s one, two, and everyone else knew we shouldĄĻ
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Blame the empty sky above
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Blame the bitter taste of love
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Stay on the line
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Just stay on the line
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And now thereĄ¯s static on the other side
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And now thereĄ¯s static on the other side
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Blame the empty sky above
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Blame the bitter taste of love
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Just blame the night (Just blame the night)
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Know that itĄ¯s one, two, and everyone else knew we shouldĄĻ
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Ecuador Is Lovely This Time Of Year
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| Inkwell |
