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We collide like atoms in a tank
Got all I ever wanted on the mattress
I’d never lock up what I have in a bank
Because the train travels over rocky graves
And sometimes my ramblings get caught on an awkward tongue
Slow motion on a road
The open beginning and the cliffs at the end
On a different coast
It’s so easy to push send
But I never liked the taste of a stamp
The message gets taken with the ebb
I’ll miss you until I don’t know
I’ll miss you until I don’t know when

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