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Ellie Consta
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Eric Cha-Beach
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Hannah Dawson
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Jonny Byers
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Josh Quillen
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Kirsty Mangan
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Laura Moody
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Marianne Haynes
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Mathew Bain
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Nicole Crespo O'Donoghue
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Peteris Sokolovskis
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Radhika de Saram
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Raja Halder
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Rebecca Burden
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Thomas Bartlett
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Paroles
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here
Names on the door frames, inches, and ages
Handprints in concrete at the softest stages
I don't know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwing towels into water
Get it down to nothing, everything that matters
Fever flashes, eyelashes, and traffic patterns
Humidity, history, chemistry, and panic
Swimsuits in the windows of electric minivans
I don't know why I don't try harder
I've been goin' down some, some strange water
Move forward now, there's nothing to do
Can't turn around, I can't follow you
Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot
It's crazy, the things we let go
It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leakin', my windshield's cryin'
I'm feelin' sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped
The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin', I think it's dyin'
I'm pullin' over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields
What was I even leavin' for?
I keep goin' back and forth
I think now I'm about to see
Didn't know how sad it'd be
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here
Names on the door frames, inches, and ages
Handprints in concrete at the softest stages
I don't know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwing towels into water
Move forward now, there's nothing to do
Can't turn around and I can't follow you
Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot
It's crazy, the things we let go
It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leakin', my windshield's cryin'
I'm feelin' sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped
The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin', I think it's dyin'
I'm pullin' over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields
The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin', I think it's dyin'
I'm pullin' over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields
Writer(s): Aaron Brooking Dessner, Matt Berninger
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