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The gas inside the combustion engine 
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took away all of the mystery and adventure from the walk to your house in the dark, 
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so that we could stay out all night long and be king of all the roads, and the woods, and the lake, 
               Bm             A              D
or anything we chose, because everything was ours. 
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And we would spraypaint 'NRC' so that everyone would know. 

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We would break into the factory. Our childhood autonomy 
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had no respect for authority, or property, or your asshole neighbors' complaints.
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I still have all the keys to the forklifts that we 
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never got a chance to drive around or tear the building down ourselves. 

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From the top of the water tower, 
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we spilled our guts on one another, 
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and we compiled them together, and we all shared the same heart. 
                    D
And we hated all construction, 
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but we loved all their machines, 
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and they hated our destruction, 
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and we picked their locks apart. 
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And we thought we were damn clever, 
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because they never kept us out, 
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and we thought we'd live forever. 
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Until the night when it got way too serious, 
      D
and you showed me your damaged wrists, 
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and you broke down and we embraced and nothing at that time meant more to me. 
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And if I had only known that it would be the last time, 
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we'd be on that level with one another I would have never let you go. 

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Dmaj7/B                                D
I still walk those paths at night, but now just on my own. 
    F#m                           E
I recite to myself every story in hopes that I will never let them go. 
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I'll hold on to every polaroid from France and Rome, 
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and remember the nights at the Alamo as if it were my second home. 
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And I know that we had no idea what we were doing, 
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but an artist's first work can be his greatest under a different set of lenses. 
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Our ideas of staying close together for all time; 
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I wish I still had that same state of mind.