(And all the space between)
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It was cigarettes and parking lots
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We never stop
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It takes me back to playing music in empty bars
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Afterwards
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We crash at yours and talk about
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It was us against the world
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New town but in the rain I see your face
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Who would have thought we grow apart and never change
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Nowadays
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There's nothing that can feel the same
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It was us against the world
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Back then it was blue jeans and brown paper bags
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These days, look back, did you know what we had
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Downtown make out with no time to be sad
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Didn't hurt it at all
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So tell me about the things that you've seen
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From all of the years you spent without me
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There's a little joy when you think of me
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And all our times our history
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The song we love on burnt CDs
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And all the space between
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And all the space between
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And all the space between
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I took your picture off of the wall
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You grew up, moved out in the middle of fall
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Face first in the pavement
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I know you hate it when
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I can't help but laugh when you bring up the past
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Fast times for sure but it wasn't so bad
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I guess we all have a different path
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Didn't hurt it at all
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So tell me about the things that you've seen
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From all of the years you spent without me
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There's a little joy when you think of me
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And all our times our history
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The song we love on burnt CDs
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And all the space between
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(And all the space between)
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And all the space between
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And all the space between
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And all the space between
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And all the space between
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And all the space between
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