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Hey you |
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The long time stranger |
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Do you think of before? |
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When we were wrapped up in ourselves |
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In a mess behind the door |
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Now it seems so, so immature |
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Your stolen signs |
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The stickers on your door |
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The beginning was warmer |
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Than your ending prose |
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You were another conqueror |
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I was another part disposed |
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I guess that's just the way it goes |
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Hey you |
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My one time wonderer |
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Do you feel for before? |
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It is etched out in photographs |
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And scratched up records |
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Now it seems so, so immature |
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Your postered walls |
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The dirt on your floor |
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The beginning was warmer |
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Than your ending prose |
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You were another conqueror |
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I was another part disposed |
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I guess that's just the way it goes |
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So I want to know |
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Did you ever think of me on a summer day? |
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Or holding her hand out in tha rain? |
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Remember I said 'Please, please, please don't go' |
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And now we're just strangers in different worlds |
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I guess that's just the way it goes |
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Well I guess that's just the way it goes |
