I don't know how street lights congregate
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These dark sidewalks and me in the Garden state
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This question I'm asking, postcards I should be sending
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This direction I'm heading, let's toast to new beginnings
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Now that this one two and everyone else knew we should
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Just blame the night
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Blame the empty sky above
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Just blame the night
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I don'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 I'm making, distances not worth taking
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This direction I'm heading, let's toast to new beginnings
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Now that this one two and everyone else knew we should
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Just blame the night
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Blame the empty sky above
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Just blame the night
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Just blame the night
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Blame the bitter taste of love
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Just blame the night
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Stay on the line, just stay on the line
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and now there's static on the other side
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Just blame the night
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Blame the empty sky above
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Just blame the night
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Just blame the night
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Blame the bitter taste of love
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Just blame the night
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Now that this one two and everyone else knew we should
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Equador Is Lovely This Time Of Year
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| Inkwell |
