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We roll the windows down to feel the air
The sun is falling low again
We watch the darkness coming through the trees and find our hands together again
We have photographs, aged and worn, of family and our friends
Keep them close at hand, these memories, they're all that's left you
We can't go home
Watch the world through open windows
Drift down open roads
Your eyes could kill the sky itself
Take time for the little things