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Dear long, dark hair, |
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I write cause I know you'll forget |
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You could be |
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Sea green in a wastebasket tomorrow |
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No repulsion toward my premature indulgences |
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If you can't recall a word I said |
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Not like those cheekbones |
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That crooked nose |
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No, those fellas stick around too long |
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Perpetuating every pathetic word that I skew into song |
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She was my trophy shelf of slip ups |
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My untamed hormonal Loch Ness shitshow |
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On late night rotation for months on end |
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A brick boot swimming lesson |
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In the deep end of my adolescence |
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Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands |
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But I'll start fresh with you |
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Extracting the rusted attachments |
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Keeping the diehard nuts, bolts, and screws |
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We'll go from square one |
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With the wit of an old pro |
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And you can fill in the gaps with whatever you know |
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My long, dark hair |
