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SAM:
What? You think it’s gonna bite?
KELLY:
If we’re gonna go, we gotta go tonight - go tonight
Go tonight
If we’re gonna go, we’re gotta go tonight - go tonight
Go tonight
SAM
She was - She was - sitting on the roof of her beat-up car,
half-singing, half-laughing, half-going too far.
The music played over, with nothing to come
in a remix of mem'ry, the loop of the - drum
or bass line... or was it…
KELLY:
If we're gonna go, we gotta go tonight. Go tonight. Go tonight.
If we're gonna go, we gotta go tonight. Go tonight.
Go tonight.
SAM:
She was - She was - everything I'm not, my whole universe.
And I was a footnote, a slim second verse.
But she was the chorus, the hook and the groove
and without her there pushing somehow i can't - move.
KELLY:
If we're gonna go, we gotta go tonight. Go tonight.
SAM:
Why did I say no?
KELLY:
If we're gonna gonna go, we gotta go tonight.
SAM:
We had miles to go.
KELLY:
Go -
SAM:
You were mad to reach, mad to drive.
Mad, mad and so alive.
The space you left, the empty air.
I reach, reach but you're not there.
SAM:
She was - She was -
BOTH:
Oh
KELLY:
Go -
SAM:
Over and over
Your words to me echo.
KELLY:
Go tonight.
SAM:
Go tonight.
KELLY:
Go.
SAM:
Over and over
as I try to let go…