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Summer, 2007 |
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Drunk at the wedding |
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Of my former enemy |
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Those days |
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I was still stuck in my young ways |
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Back when the fresh-faced girls |
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Were still a friend to me |
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The theme song |
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To this sitcom |
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Don't have shit on |
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Our greatest episode |
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I still think back to |
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All that shrink-wrap you |
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Placed around your heart |
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As it overflowed |
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But who knows where we are? |
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Now that my first car |
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Houses nothing but the stuffing |
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Of the pain of mundane joyful suffering |
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Sad modernity |
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Had its turn with me |
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Baby, did it have its turn with you? |
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You moved out to Seattle |
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You won the raffle |
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At work for the waterpark |
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You drove me across |
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The country black with loss |
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But something in the dark |
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Well, we made it spark |
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But who knows where we are? |
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Now that my first car |
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Spun itself into the median |
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On I-75 this evening |
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Sad modernity |
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Had its turn with me |
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Baby, did it have its turn with you? |
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My mom's there |
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Selling menswear |
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In the lens flare |
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Of some little memory |
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Summer, 2027 |
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Drunk at the wedding |
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Of my newest enemy |
