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by the Get Up Kids |
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Cold October fall, |
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At the outside of a VFW hall, |
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I said I minded distance |
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but distance would define us, define us all. |
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A tree in Nichol's Park, |
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I carved a broken heart. |
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I said I minded distance |
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But distance owned us from the start. |
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It's every song. It's every song. |
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There's dividing lines between east and standard time, |
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So promise me... you'll still be mine. |
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Cold October fall, |
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At the outside of a VFW hall, |
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I said I minded distance |
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but distance would define us all. |
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Will this come between us as I doubt |
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all of the pages I pour out? |
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When our doubt becomes regret, |
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Don't ever forget... |
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My only, |
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You own me, |
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If you'd only see. |
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We've forgotten how |
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She says will this come between us |
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as I doubt all of the pages I pour out? |
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When our doubt becomes regret, |
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Don't ever forget... |
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There's dividing lines between east and standard time, |
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So promise me... you'll still be mine. |
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There's dividing lines between east and standard time, |
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So promise me... you'll still be mine. |
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Promise me you'll still be mine. |
