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I could write a hit song.
I could write a love song.
Yeah, I could write the best song.

But nothing last forever,
And no one knows whether, do they?
On channel three they say it's gonna rain.

Well, we could stuff pillows under covers.
We could drive until we're out of gas.

No one dreams a big dream.
Well, helium balloons don't fly anymore;
It could kill a bird out there.

Well, everything has a distance
And everything has factors figured in.
You're probably doing the right thing.

Well we could forge notes from both our parents
And we could cross an ocean in a night

Don't leave me here
To mark my time with credit card statements.
Don't leave me here to calculate the rate of exchange of things you gave to me.

And gravity's a killer,
And nothing lasts forever, does it?
We were born to break down.

You were just a stranger.
You were just a stranger I happened to know,
And everything is broken.

And we could build a fortress in the forest
And we could stop

Don't leave me here
To mark my time with credit card statements.
Don't leave me here
To calculate the rate of exchange of the things you gave to me

Well I guess growing old doing what you're supposed to do
I'm slowly growing cold to everything that burns in you
They burn in you.

Don't leave me here
To mark my time with credit card statements
Don't leave me here to calculate the rate of exchange of the things you gave to me
Don't leave me here
To mark my time with credit card statements
Don't leave me here
And calculate the rate of exchange of the things that you gave to me.

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