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Gotta a glimpse, |
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Of the old you, |
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Just when i, had forgotten |
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What it looked like. |
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Hide and seek, |
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From our old guilt. |
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No, we all need to disappear. |
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See you covering your tracks, |
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Will you ever come back? |
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See you covering your tracks, |
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Will you ever come back? |
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I honestly miss you |
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Oh oh. |
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I do. |
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I honestly miss you. |
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Oh oh. |
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I do. |
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If i speak, yet, |
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Will you shut out? |
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Will you listen, |
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Long enough to hear my words? |
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If our eyes meet |
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On a dead-end street |
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Will you walk off, |
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Or look away? |
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See you covering your tracks, |
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Will you ever come back? |
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See you covering your tracks, |
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Will you ever come back? |
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I honestly miss you |
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Oh oh. |
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I do. |
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I honestly miss you. |
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Oh oh. |
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I do. |
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Oooh x4 |
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See you covering your tracks |
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Will you ever come back? x4 |
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I honestly miss you. |
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Oh oh x4 |
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I do. |
