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We threw out the fall
We knew it'd still be there when we moved
There's no mountains in this neighborhood
But the view from this roof isn't bad
The same songs never sound old
When they're played on your car radio
This last chorus won't last the ride
So we'll get out and we'll sing it ourselves
(lake street was three years too late
This song won't last the whole ride)
