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Well, I ain’t written a love song in so long as your hair leans down your spine
If you don’t mind, being mine for the night for the rest of time
Let your hips and lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets
Seeping in again
Sleeping in again, sleeping in while my friends get high on the edge of Westside Highway

Did you ever get back to Byron Bay? The day that you told me to quit drinking
And thinking that's I was gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried about
All those kids in the house tearing picture frames down
Our fathers were never around when we were younger

To let it go I saw you on the river's edge
Dragging on a plastic cigarette
With your swimming top still wet
But there you go, meeting me out on the coast
You hate the smell of when you smoke
And why'd you always keep it so cold?