It’s not right but it’s now or never
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And if I wait could I ever forgive myself?
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On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide
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With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house
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Cuz I’m gonna cut it where I can
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And then I’m gonna duck out behind them
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If I ever had a chance it’s now then
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But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
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To offer it to you would be cruel
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When all I want to do is use, use you
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He was a diplomat’s son
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It was ‘81
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Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen
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I could sleep wherever I lay my head
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And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub
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Let me know that I shouldn’t give up just yet
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Cuz I’m gonna take it from Simon
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And then I’m gonna duck out behind them
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If I ever had a chance it’s now then
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But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
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To offer it to you would be cruel
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When all I want to do is use, use you
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He was a diplomat’s son
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It was ‘81
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I know, you’ll say
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I’m not doing it right
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But this is how I want it
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I can’t go back
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To how I felt before?
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That night I smoked a joint
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With my best friend
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We found ourselves in bed
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When I woke up he was gone
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He was the diplomat’s son
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It was ‘81
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Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me
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I can’t feel any traces of that other place
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In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river
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There’s a car all black with diplomatic plates
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Diplomat's Son
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| Vampire Weekend |
