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This isn't the way we planned
I wasn't supposed to forget your taste
Like nights spent figuring all the ways that we came to this place, yeah
There we were alone on top of your old rooftop in Highland Park
Ask me now
Say, "Chris look out across the sky, tell me which way the wind blows."
A core of coal
Core of coal and starches
Core of coal and starches within me, okay
A core of coal
Core of coal and starches
Core of coal and starches within me
Even now that you're not here
I climb these mountains of houses every night
I said your name and I wished I could have done things right
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