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Out here we don't hear anything but the clicking of the rain against the leaves and the way each other breathes. But you've gotta listen. Out here we turn out all the lights and sit inside looking out. The bay's still, she's wearing the nights expression but you've gotta feel it. Make this home (we never had one) so let's stop calling this a vacation. We're just here for two nights. Count the beats of your heart. No city streets to break up cars. And we can lie here. We want no one and no one comes. Every song plays just for us. We want no one and no one comes, we've got it.