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I'll miss the conversations |
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I'll miss the way you looked at me |
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I'll miss the complications |
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I'll miss the way things used to be |
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guess what I came back for |
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so break me down and build me up |
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cause it's killing me and I've had enough |
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and I said I would be there when you call |
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I'll miss the contradictions |
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I can remember falling short |
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I can recall depictions |
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of places I've never been before |
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and you've got a hold on me |
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so break me down and build me up |
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cause it's killing me and I've had enough |
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and I said I would be there when you call |
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and I'm starting all over |
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shrugging my shoulders from all of this weight |
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I'm starting all over with a pocket of clovers |
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in a world that won't wait |
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and you've got a hold on me like you'll never let me go |
