God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
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Remembering when you were mine
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In a still suburban town
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When every thursday i'd break those mountain passes
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And you'd skip your early classes
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And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
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God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
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I become what i always hated
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When i was with you then
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We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
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Fumbling to make contact
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As the others slept inside
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And together there
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In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
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Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
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And i held you closer than anyone would ever get
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Do you remember the JAMC?
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And reading aloud from magazines
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I don't know about you but i swear on my name they could smell it on me
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I've never been too good with secrets.
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No...
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And together there
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In a shroud of frost and mountain air
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Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
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And i held you closer...
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We Looked Like Giants
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Death Cab For Cutie |