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Consider this a letter that I never sent |
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However inconsiderate it seems |
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Do you still consider me, |
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Consider me the boy you laughed with |
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Or you learned to live without |
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I suck, I know I'm late, I know you waited |
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You couldn't get me on the phone |
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And you couldn't make me not alone |
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My phone bills stacked up by my bedside |
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with your picture, you're looking surprised |
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You're what makes New England so great |
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My island nights are all spent dying |
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Wait for summer to become wrought with lips |
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My wishful thinking |
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You couldn't get me on the phone |
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And you couldn't make me not alone |
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Yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt, I'm a national phenomenon |
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Nothing's absolutely definite til it's absolutely, definitely gone |
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I never thought this day would end (never thought this day would end) |
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I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me (close to me) |
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So let my hands stray past that boundaries of your back |
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To get you breathing (get you breathing) |
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And get this started (get this started) |
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You wouldn't get me, yeah you wouldn't get me |
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You wouldn't get me on the phone |
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(Yeah we can be) |
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Yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt |
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(Yeah we can be) |
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I'm a national phenomenon |
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(You couldn't make me not alone) |
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Nothing's absolutely definite til it's gone |
