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We took the lock out of the damn door
We held our ground and we drove around
You hated sleeping on the floor
I love the feel of "out of town"
What could i write about?
I still think of you
I want to sell three hundred copies

Let's get it off paper and in our homes
Let's get it off our minds while we still have them

I've got this certain image
Of what our lives in love would be like

Please don't fuck it up
I could kiss your lips
I could wake you up
In the middle of the night
And make you sing songs we grew up with
Songs we grew old with