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Tonight I'm going to listen to Rilo Kiley sing pretty songs with my name in them, and dance to Tilly with their pretty tap dancer.
I thought you should warn them; this is not an open book.
Don't read so much it tears you down.
Yeah, yah.I've heard about thunderstorms, like the ones they have in sunny omaha.
The bricks get left all pretty downtown waiting for feet to fall over them.
Yeah, yah. I've heard you're living a good life, like the one you have in sunny omaha.
Chasing the fireflys through grass fields on warm summer nights.
Yeah, yah. You've heard I miss you, like I used to in sunny omaha.
Smiles through digital screens and panda cookies are what made me love you.
Yeah, yah. I’ll let my hair get longer, and let the memory of you get smaller. With each day that passes by this pain will ease its way slowly out of my mind.
Yeah, yah. I’ll change the colors to remind me that it doesn't really matter. And I'll let you slowly become a part of this.
8 days baby. 8 days.