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We used to go out, |
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Together all the time, |
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I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, |
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When the stars came out, |
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They would call our names, |
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We tried to pretend, |
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That we never heard a thing, |
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Remember when we could see, |
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Things as they were meant to be, |
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I'll get my gun, |
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And shoot you down, |
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And you will hit the ground, |
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Now I am so vein, |
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Now I am so tired, |
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Well looking at my bedroom walls, |
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I fail to feel inspired, |
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So knock up on my door, |
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And I promise this time, |
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When I'm counting to one hundred I will shut my eyes, |
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Postcards won't you write, |
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I don't want to be alone tonight, |
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Remember when we could see, |
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Things as they were meant to be, |
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You get your gun, |
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And shoot me down, |
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And now I'm on the ground |
