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You used to write my name |
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On the back of your notebook |
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All adorned with smiles and hearts and stars |
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But lately it would appear |
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That you found yourself a black magic marker |
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Just to make absolutely sure |
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That no one ever thought |
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That you'd take it that far |
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It's been a good year for, bad days |
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Or a bad year for, good days |
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Well here we go again now, here we go again now |
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You used to write me those |
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Funny little letters |
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In a language ours and ours alone |
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I gave my "Catcher in the Rye" |
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For your "Cats Cradle" |
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And I gave my "White" for your "Abby Road" |
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It's been a good year for, bad days |
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Or a bad year for, good days |
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Well, here we go again now, here we go again now |
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Truck tires, trash fires |
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Face first, through the wire |
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Adios, Au'revoir |
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I see now what I never saw |
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No more pet names, postcards and picture frames |
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Adios, Au'revoir |
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I see now what I never saw |
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No more bad knees |
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Post cards and picture frames |
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Adios, Au'revoir |
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I see now that I never saw |
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It's been a good year for, bad days |
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Or a bad year for, good days |
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It's been a good year for, bad days |
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Or a bad year for, good days |
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It's been a good year for, bad days |
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Or a bad year for, good days |
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It's been a good year for, bad days |
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Or a bad year for, good days yeah........... |
