Last Of The Great Pretenders - Matt Nathanson
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We spent July in a Berkeley basement,
Half read books and bold declarations.
There was so much I didn't believe in,
And then, there was you.
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You made me brave, you made me stupid.
Gave me this skin that I could move in.
We're gonna leave them where they stand.
We'll leave them where they...
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Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in.
We'll fade out to whispers,
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.
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The kitchen's cold, the tea kettle whistles.
The j-church rolls and rattles our windows.
There's no nostalgia here, it's just now, baby, now.
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I was a fire that you started,
For once I knew everything that I wanted.
We're gonna leave them where they stand.
We'll leave them where they...
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Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in.
We'll fade out to whispers,