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When you think you've found something worth holding onto |
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Wer reaching for attention, hoping she would notice you |
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Collecting bottles and thrown-away cans |
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Like she was returnable |
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One day would fill your hands |
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ow she loved you, all you imagined |
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Fit so well into you plans |
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Maybe one day soon |
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It will all come out |
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How you dream about each other sometimes |
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With the memory of |
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How you once gave up |
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But you made it through the troubled times |
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Pining away every hour in your room |
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Rolling with the motion, waiting til it's opportune |
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Sitting there watching time fly past you |
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Why do tomorrow |
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What you could never do |
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How she loved you |
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All you imagined |
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All ths shit she put you through |
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Maybe one day soon |
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It will all come out |
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How you dream about each other sometimes |
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With the memory of |
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How you once gave up |
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But you made it through the troubled times |
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And it takes a lot of nerve to ask how she is doing |
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Start with a weak foundation, you will end in ruins |
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The ways the days and hours pass you'll never understand |
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Falling like rain through your hands |
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Maybe one day soon |
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It will all come out |
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How you dream about each other sometimes |
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With the memory of |
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How you once gave up |
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But you made it through the troubled times |
