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Walking on the street, our laces undone
Tell me about Washington, San Diego and St. Louis,
Then you crashed into my blood
Straws and gold fish, your dress so warm
Stand and hold me outside
Then there was nothing but funny thoughts
Lying in your bed with no designs
When I die in my sleep, I'll think of this
Holding you in my eyes
When I die in my sleep, I'll think of this
Holding you in my eyes
Walking out in the street, our laces undone
Tell me about Washington.
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