I would come out just see you
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Dancing freely by the sunset
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Like the sun you¡¯d shine brightly
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We¡¯d spend hours by the curbside
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Telling stories under streetlights
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How your words would amaze me
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Now those days are gone
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Slowly they slip away
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Now those days are gone
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Slowly..
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...
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I still go out by the old house
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Where I met you our first summer
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Where are you now, you¡¯re with another
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I am sitting by the curbside
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Where we¡¯d hang out under streetlights
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How those times still are with me
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Now those days are gone
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Slowly they slip away
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Now those days are gone
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Slowly..
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Curbside
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Damien Jurado |