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Auburndale
02:24
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Passed the orange juice factory
To your house on Chestnut Street
I hear the horns of the trains go by
Collect myself before I head inside
Past the crumbling old churches
Under unlit oak branches
You let me in in your new makeup
Like you didn’t have a clue what’s up
This is the last time I’ll drive to Auburndale
There'll be no more Springsteen
No more lullabies, no major scales
I close the wire gate behind me
Past your hammock under the tree
When we laid there in December
I was scared when you got close to me
I set off with no CD on
Feeling like I ran a marathon
I fall asleep on your side of the bed
But I wish you could have been there instead
This is the last time I’ll drive to Auburndale
There’ll be no more letters
No more kisses on the highlands trail
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