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Dream:
People change like the tides in the ocean
At least I think or am I dead wrong?
Foot on the brake at the light, I don't notice
I sit and wait until the next song

Twenty hours in an old van
Up the east coast through the cold wind
Drove twenty hours by the ocean
Up the east coast, what a road trip

Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen
And every winter, I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at eighteen

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