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MEMORY COMPLETE ME

Dreaming of the first time that I held your hand
Sleeping riding shotgun in a rental van
Rolling into Sydney like it was L.A.
Ringing out the last notes on a cheap P.A.

Spending every quarter just to make a dime
Water under bridges over troubled times
I don’t give a damn if there’s a faster way
Rolling into Sydney like it was L.A.

Oh, memory complete me
Your heart inside my chest
A summer night, your summer dress
Hold me in your mystery
Like I am still 19
I’ll dream the places I’ve never seen

Priests and politicians walk the halls of power
Yeah but we can walk the autumn leaves at Magic Hour
Letters in the mailbox from another life
Written out in cursive by a drifter’s wife

Oh, memory complete me
Your heart inside my chest
A summer night, your summer dress
Hold me in your mystery
Like I am still 19
I’ll dream the places I’ve never seen

If you wanna walk, we’ll walk
If you wanna fly, we’re flying
We’re shaking off the future shock
If they tell you that we’re lost, they’re lying
You’re dreaming of a simple life
Maybe you’re just oversimplifying

Staring at a sky above a dark highway
Freaking under northern lights in Thunder Bay
Holding onto our love in the freezing cold
Flying out of Beijing with a three year old

Oh, memory complete me
Oh, memory complete me
Oh, memory complete me
Oh, Memories