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The sun is awfully mean these days      and the time for talk is past-- Fades aging, yellowed memories      reminds nothing ever lasts I told you once, You did not heed. Perhaps I spoke too loud. But I'll speak from the best side of me If you'll cool your temper down Who knows where we'll be in 5 years? I can't have it be here Can't pierce the brine and murkiness But today, it's warm and clear. So let's wreck our heads      with Red Hook Lager, Pedal down the road... 'Cause it's all that lies in front of us that we can ever know The clouds are overhead, my friend      but, bleak as this day seems, We will not came undone because      we are made with stronger seams If you tell me once, I'll try and heed The very best I can To what tops your list of memories As we go hand-in-hand You won't dwell upon next year If I don't hole up in pride That starts to seem so easy when We think back on that time... When we wrecked our bikes      on Gould and Brundage, Laughing, walked back home... And gingerly cleaned bleeding knees then watched movies alone And everything's okay      I prefer that, anyway Everything's okay.      And we're better off that way It's better than okay
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Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
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The sun is awfully mean these days      and the time for talk is past-- Fades aging, yellowed memories      reminds nothing ever lasts I told you once, You did not heed. Perhaps I spoke too loud. But I'll speak from the best side of me If you'll cool your temper down Who knows where we'll be in 5 years? I can't have it be here Can't pierce the brine and murkiness But today, it's warm and clear. So let's wreck our heads      with Red Hook Lager, Pedal down the road... 'Cause it's all that lies in front of us that we can ever know The clouds are overhead, my friend      but, bleak as this day seems, We will not came undone because      we are made with stronger seams If you tell me once, I'll try and heed The very best I can To what tops your list of memories As we go hand-in-hand You won't dwell upon next year If I don't hole up in pride That starts to seem so easy when We think back on that time... When we wrecked our bikes      on Gould and Brundage, Laughing, walked back home... And gingerly cleaned bleeding knees then watched movies alone And everything's okay      I prefer that, anyway Everything's okay.      And we're better off that way It's better than okay
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Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
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