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 And I go home alone 
I drive past the place that I was born 
And the places that I used to drink 
Young and drunk and stumbling in the street 
Outside the joiners arms like foals unsteady on their feet 
With the art students and the boys in bands 
High ... and holding hands with someone that I just met. 
I thought it doesn't get better than this 
Better than this 
There can be nothing better than this 
Better than this 
And we climbed onto the roof, the museum 
And someone made love in the glass 
And I'd forgot my name 
And the way back to my mother's house 
With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips 
The world is at your fingertips 
It doesn't get better than this 
What else could be better than this? 
Oh, don't you know I have seen 
I have seen the fields aflame 
And everything I ever did 
Was just another way to scream your name. 
Over and over and over and over again 
Over and over and over and over again. 
And we're just children wanting children of our own 
I want a space to watch things grow 
But did I dream too big? 
Do I have to let it go? 
What if one day there is no such thing as snow? 
Oh god, what do I know? 
And I don't know anything 
Except that green is so green 
And there's a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring. 
Oh, don't you know I have seen 
I have seen the fields aflame 
And everything I ever did 
Was just another way to scream your name. 
Over and over and over and over again 
Over and over and over and over again. 
Oh, don't you know that I have seen 
I have seen the fields aflame 
But everything I ever did 
Was just another way to scream your name. 
 
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