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Washington
True believer
Washington
True believer
I don't want you to go away
I don't want you to go away
I just want you to stay
I just want you to do something for me
Washington
False believer
Washington
I don't believe it
Washington
I see through you
Washington
I don't believe it
I know you
True believer
Washington
True believer
I don't want you to go away
I don't want you to go away
I just want you to stay
I just want you to do something for me
Popping that Adderall
It was summer 2004
Riding our bike to the gas station
Bout to get some sodas, just kids
Call me up on my Nokia phone
Damn I know we're kids but we're stupid, though
Call you up and I hope that you are home
Never was our fault now was it, though?
Washington
False believer
Washington
I don't believe it
Washington
I see through you
Washington
I don't believe it
I know you
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Birmingham
04:14
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This is the place of my birth
Here I can lie, I’m safe in my father’s arms
Clock says 3am
On the side of the road lights are dim
Riding past on the highway here
Motorcycle, 65, in high gear
It passes outside my window
We separate at the fork in the road
All is flying down the highway
All goes in different directions once again
We all wait for the next day here
We’re gonna be late but we’re gonna get there
So when the street lights pass
In the infinite stillness
I know this is gonna pass
You’ve got so many years left
One day when you think of this moment
Down the road from now past the next split
I know it’s gonna be the oldest vision you see inside
Birmingham, the place of my birth
All is flying down the highway
All goes in different directions once again
We all wait for the next day here
We’re gonna be late but we’re gonna get there
So when the street lights pass
In the infinite stillness
I know this is gonna pass
You’ve got so many years left
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Sun on my face - march
05:04
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Paradiso
04:40
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It's been a long time
Since the last time that we spoke
Your face is there
I can see you through the smoke
Sometimes I wonder
If the ones who came before remember
What it was like
To be us–have you ever considered the opposite?
May the angels receive them in paradise
May the angels receive them in Jerusalem this day
May the angels receive them oh Lazarus
May you have eternal rest
This is our requiem this year
May the angels receive them
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