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There's solace in the parking lot Smoke drifting from my fingers up over the moon Inhale, exhale, let go That summer I learned to roll my own Taking all the punches like a pro And all of this time the distance wasn't nearly enough The old bed was miles deep The first signs came in your sleep, in your shallow breath Inhale, exhale, let go Never been much of a smoker but sometimes you try Push harder, further And all of our plans are hopes at best Let it go My feet ankle deep, it's warmer than all year And all of our plans were hopes right here. We used to live here when the sun was still young but now there's just old light that takes forever to reach our eyes. Mark the spot where you lost your way, trace the steps, recall the words Let the echoes guide you back The waters used to flow higher here From Letras Mania