| But I don't mind if you last tonight, I'll regret it for the rest of time |
| Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets |
| Seepin' in again, sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge of the West |
| Side Highway |
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| Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay the day you told me to quit drinkin'? |
| And thinkin' that I was gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried about |
| All those kids in the house tearin' picture frames down |
| Our fathers were never around when we were younger |
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| So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge |
| Draggin' on a plastic cigarette |
| With your swim top still wet |
| So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast |
| You hate the smell of real smoke |
| So why'd you always keep me so close? |
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| You were collectin' shells out on the Bay Shore, you know I was a shell before? |
| Deep in the hands of another, my brother |
| Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe |
| That evil would mean some people you meet out in Queens |
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| The way the rain came down the other day in Bryon Bay |
| Made me feel so alone, so I just went home |
| And scribbled some poem |
| That I know that you'll never read |
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| So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge |
| Draggin' on a plastic cigarette |
| With your swim top still wet |
| So let me go, meetin' you out on the coast |
| You hate the smell of real smoke |
| Why'd you always keep it so close? |
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| So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge |
| Draggin' on a plastic cigarette |
| With your swim top still wet |
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