Caught your eye before the intermission
I'm always bad with names
Looks like I'll go with intuition
Right before I mean what I say
Well I left right before there was a means to an end
I would have looked back if I'd known you looked my way
If I was loosing all my hopes, all my stuff, all my friends
Why can't I let go, why can't I run away?
Those 8-bit sounds they make me feel nostalgic
Like wet grass underneath my feet
I remember how you skipped passed the sad bits
I remember how you looked at me
I remember throwing snow at the buses and cars
I couldn't sleep at all in the tent in your backyard
Then I see you come right out of thin air
Always knew you'd pierce your nose, I knew you'd dye your hair
It was plain to see, what was always meant to be
If I left my heart in Georgia, then I left my hear tin Georgia
The Atlantic Coast is too far for most
The Atlantic Coast is too far for most
So it's retro oceans as far as she goes, retro oceans as far as she goes

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