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You're killing me, kid, |
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But I know you're not trying to, |
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It's just that I've crossed out |
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More than I wrote down |
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For you, |
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And now I'm trying to play it off, |
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Like: "Oh, I wasn't trying that hard", |
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What I'm trying to say is, |
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I was trying to say that you should come home |
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I know it seemes crazy, |
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But the weather changed as soon as you left, |
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And even wearing a coat now, |
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I think it's to cold |
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To sit in front of Holyoke, |
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But I guess you'll be here soon, |
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So you can see for yourself, |
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I just thought that you should know, |
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If this is what happens when you go, |
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Maybe next time don't. |
