You will ride in the night
'Cause you're far from my sight
Though I knew I wanted you
There's nothing left to do
Oh, what you wanted to do
Planning to find a redemption
You will call and pretend
When there's nothing but dimes in our pockets
When we sit down to talk on benches summertime
Just talking to watch the sun fall on your face
You would call out all right
You would call out all right
'Cause you're far from my sight
Though I knew I wanted you
There's nothing left to do
Oh, what you wanted to do
Planning to find a redemption
You will call and pretend
When there's nothing but dimes in our pockets
When we sit down to talk on benches summertime
Just talking to watch the sun fall on your face
You would call out all right
You would call out all right
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