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We were struck by lightning, it was like we'd never get old

Now when I reach out my arm in the morning the pillows are all cold

They were more or less the same when your head was there

Now I'm saving the traces of it and only

I hold the secret who dyed your hair

The last time the wind blew hard through this town

I was you coming through that pulled my pillows down

Breaking ties and fruit flies and the summer's always breezy

Now I know you recorded the who's of your homes just to tease me

I've got my ear to the ground and

I'm listening for you

I've got my ear to the ground and

I'm listening for you

This happy homecoming,

I am not inclined to beleive it

And a snap shot of me

I know