We took you down there
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To relapse in the sand
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And we walked out in the open
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Resolved to being seen
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It was summer in the kitchen
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So we stretched out in the grass
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And the ones who came before us
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Refused to let us pass.
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Vulcan rots with liquor shots
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Now he falls out in the room.
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The sun breaks over us
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The sun breaks over us
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The sun takes over us
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There? nothing to keep us tied here now
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So I stayed down where you are
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And when I found you
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You had learned to see it new.
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We went driving through the capitol
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In our bathrobes and our shoes
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The alarms had all gone crazy
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With the hungers of the street
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So we loaded up on spirits
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To disfigure our defeats
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Standing in line with the science of mind
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My mind was preparing to leap
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The sun breaks over us
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The sun takes over us
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The sun looks over us
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Every sound has its purpose in life in your hands
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Through the wall there's another one's chance to begin
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All the ghosts from around will return to their graves
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From the sound of the songs that we played
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There's nothing to keep us tied here now
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Whither Vulcan
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Remy Zero |