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You know my story. |
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I've been telling it to anyone |
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I could find. |
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If I would lose you, |
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I'd lose my mind, over and over agian until next time. |
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Lights out to expectations. |
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Goodbye to bad intentions. |
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There's nothing wrong with letting go. |
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I know all about you. |
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Give me a pen and |
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I'll write you a book of how we both fucked up, walked away, got back just in time to make up for the new years. |
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I send you stationary. |
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It wasn't ordinary. |
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You got it and told me that everything would be |
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O.K. Next morning came conclusion: |
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It's too late to start all over. (Sorry about the past) |
