| Lyrics | Song Title |
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| Alone, awake and thinking of...the weekend we were in love | |
| Time together isn't ever quite enough | |
| The wind and rain smell of oil and octane | |
| Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone | |
| Hold me secure in flight, sing me to sleep tonight | |
| But I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope | |
| Like a waterfall and your lungs crystalize | |
| | Lyrics | Song Title |
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| We'll enjoy pickin' apples in late September | |
| Because my dreams are bursting at the seams | |
| Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be North | |
| I am not my own, for I have been made new | |
| I think dreamy things as I'm waving goodbye | |
| And that's why I don't drink and drive | |
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