Strong Waves Kill Weak Swimmers
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I always loved this seasonWith my long sleeves and auburn leavesI would compare it all to the color of your hairBut that fall metaphor is so played outWe made homes of parking lots and park benchesWaiting for the sun to die and Waiting for the stars to riseI'd head out west; I'll make you payI'd write your name in every stateBut the rain would just wash it awayI count my steps, they grow with ageI miss those nights, under streetlightsWe'd smoke and sip and bitch about changeWe said we'd marry youngIt never happened, but I'm still gameWaiting for the sun to die, waiting for the stars to riseHey Max, we liked it better when you were pissy and wittyAnd I was okay when Holly Hox made me feel shittyBefore Kenny found his island, when I woke up in a carHow many times can we sing Lucky Denver Mint before we've left?Gabe became what we've always hated, and Ace made a messKris was right, being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up
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