"God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town
When every Thursday, I'd brave those mountain passes
and you'd skip your early classes and we'd learn how our bodies worked
God damn the black night, with all its foul temptations
I've become what I always hated when I was with you then
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