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The amazing thing about Thirteen is that there isn't a refrain, and I love that. Because it's true: life doesn't ever have breaks where old lines are repeated. It keeps rolling, the words keep spilling and the things keep happening, and we rarely are able to truly have a refrain.
We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been round the fire
In fancy hotels
Drank water from farm wells
We sang with the choir
I kissed your dry lips
We jumped off the high cliffs
And splashed down below
Skin to skin
In the salty river
Made love in the shadow
Read books to each other
Read the mind of the other
Flew one thousand miles
We laughed and we cried
At movies and real life
In our ridiculous beds
We danced in the moonlight at midnight
We pressed against back doors and wood floors
And you never faked it
And frequently, We ignored our love
But we could never mistake it
We met on the front porch
Fell in love on the phone
Without the physical wreck
You gave me the necklace
That used to hang, Around your mothers neck,
We questioned religions
Fed bread to the pigeons
We learned how to pray
We stood by the ocean
Turned our hearts in to one,
We laid in bed all day
We skipped on the sidewalk
Skipped stones on the water
We skipped town
We've seen the sunrise with new eyes
We've seen the damage of gossip and true lies
We've seen the sun go down
Had passionate makeouts
And passionate freakouts
We built a world of our own
It was in the back of a taxi
When you told me you loved me
And that I wasnt alone
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