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It’s gotten late and now i want to be alone All of our friends were here, they all have gone home And here i sit on the front porch watching the drunks stumble forth into the night “you gave me a heart attack; i did not see you there. i thought you had disappeared so early away from here.” And this is the chance I never got to make a move. But we just talk about the people we’ve met in the last 5 years. And will remember them in ten more? I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past. I’ve tried twice before but like this, it just will not last. ~ Death Cab for Cutie, Steadier Footing
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