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Piled into the seats Windows down, the day ahead like a feast Driving new streets to the beach A band, oh what were they called? I see the world as a room without walls Eyeing girls drinking 'gansetts, cold and tall We popped the shrooms on the roof Night falls, we shake the party for the street And suddenly all we see is so good you can't believe The stone arch the vast park our shadows in the dark Time casts a line back to Olmstead and Vaux Struck dumb laughing at a bird on a pond Call it a lie, call it a lie I don't mind Call it a lie, call it a lie I don't mind Call it a lie, call it a lie I don't mind Call it a lie, call it a lie I don't mind Call it a lie, call it a lie I don't mind Call it a lie, call it a lie I don't mind Call it a lie, call it a lie I don't mind I know I was close to the source I know I was close to the source
Writer(s): Gabriel Birnbaum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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