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"Either be groovy or leave, man."
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(S01E03) Look, I find some of what you teach suspect, because I’m used to relying on intellect, but I try to open up to what I don’t know.
Wild winters, warm coffee, mom's gone, do you love me? Blazing summer, cold coffee, baby's gone, do you love me?
I've got a feeling that we will never get closer than this, I can't imagine there's a way to get closer than this.
(S01E02) Now I'm a stranger in my own world, it's not your fault that I can't use words.
(S01E01) Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
"I've looked into the eye of this island, and what I saw was beautiful."
Nobody knows what the future holds, and it's bad enough just getting old. (S01E01)
You feel it all around yourself, you know it's yours and no one else, you feel the thought of learning again, it's all around.
And I just got broken, broken into two, still I call it magic, when I'm with you.
I hope that the last page of your 800 page novel is missing, and I hope that it rains if you leave the window down on your red Mustang.
Heard your boyfriend was away this weekend, wanna meet at my place? Heard that we both got nothing to do, when I lay in bed I touch myself and think of you.
Jesus don't love me, no one's ever carried my load, I'm too young to feel this old.
Mind my simple song, this ain't gonna work, mind my wicked words and tipsy, topsy slurs.
Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight, I need somebody and always, the sick, strange darkness, comes creeping on, so haunting every time.
Way above the clouds, and high above the stars, through the unknown black holes, no one knows where we are, but we'll return to earth and do it all over again.
We can’t be talking like this, we can’t be talking ‘cause I’m faded, waitin’, drinkin’ what I poured you, here in my hotel room, I be waitin’ for you.
And the conversation's so old, we can't even muster a fight, and my body goes cold, when you turn off the bed-side light.
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
All my life, there you go, oh please stay, just this once, anyway.
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, or tell you that, but if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that?
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