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[Intro]
[Verse]
I ain’t written a love song in so long as your hair leans down your spine
If you don’t mind, being mine for the night or the rest of time
let your hips and lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets
Sleeping in again, sleeping in while my friends get high on the edge of Westside Highway
[Verse]
Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay?
The day that you told me to quit drinking
And thinking that I was gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried about
All those kids in the house tearing picture frames down
Our fathers were never around when we were younger
[Chorus]
N.C. C
So let it go I saw you on the river's edge
Dragging on a plastic cigarette
D* Em
With your swim top still wet
So let it go, I'm meeting you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
Why'd you always keep it so cold?
[Verse]
We're collecting shells out on the bayshore you know I was a shell before
Deep in the hands of another my brother told me to leave, but I didn't believe
the evil beneath some people you meet out in Queens
The way the rain came down the other day in Byron Bay
Made me feel so alone, so I just went home, scribbled some poem that I know that she'll never read
[Chorus]
N.C. C
So let it go I saw you on the river's edge
Dragging on a plastic cigarette
D* Em
With your swim top still wet
So let it go, I'm meeting you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
Why'd you always keep it so cold?
[Outro]
D*
Let it go I saw you on the river's edge
Let it go I saw you on the river's edge
Dragging on a plastic cigarette
D*
With your swim top still wet
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* = strum once