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Lyric
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well
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it
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all
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began
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in
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the
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back
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of
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her
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car
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i
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was
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just
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sixteen
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but
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i
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fell
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so
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hard
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well
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the
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years
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went
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by
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and
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she
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held
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my
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|
heart
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but
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her
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love
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ran
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dry
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and
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we
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fell
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apart
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i
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felt
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her
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growing
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distant
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i
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knew
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her
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love
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was
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shifting
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and
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|
all
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|
Lyric
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that
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i
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could
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say
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was
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don't
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tell
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me
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that
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it's
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over
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the
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book
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|
of
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|
you
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and
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i
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now
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you've
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scribbled
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out
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my
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name
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|
and
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you've
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erased
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|
my
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|
favorite
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|
lines
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|
there
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were
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so
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|
many
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|
chapters
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|
that
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|
we
|
|
never
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|
got
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to
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|
write
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|
like
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|
cereal
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|
for
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|
dinner
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|
and
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|
staying
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up
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|
all
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|
night
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|
i
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|
remember
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|
Lyric
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|
where
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|
we
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|
started
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|
i
|
|
remember
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|
how
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|
you
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|
looked
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|
but
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|
now
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|
i'm
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|
missing
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|
bits
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|
and
|
|
pieces
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|
from
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|
the
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|
pages
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|
that
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you
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|
took
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|
you
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didn't
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|
give
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a
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|
reason
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|
i'll
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|
forever
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|
wonder
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|
why
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we
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|
never
|
|
got
|
|
to
|
|
finish
|
|
the
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|
book
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|
of
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|
you
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|
and
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|
i
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|
well
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|
i
|
|
bought
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|
a
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|
pen
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|
and
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|
i
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|
turned
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|
the
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|
Lyric
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|
page
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|
then
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|
i
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|
wrote
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|
about
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|
how
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|
i
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|
wish
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|
you'd
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|
stayed
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|
i
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|
said
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|
all
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|
the
|
|
things
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|
that
|
|
i
|
|
never
|
|
got
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|
to
|
|
say
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|
maybe
|
|
when
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|
it's
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|
done
|
|
i
|
|
will
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|
feel
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|
okay
|
|
that
|
|
she
|
|
had
|
|
grown
|
|
so
|
|
distant
|
|
and
|
|
that
|
|
her
|
|
love
|
|
had
|
|
shifted
|
|
i
|
|
wish
|
|
she
|
|
felt
|
|
the
|
|
same
|
|
don't
|
|
tell
|
|
me
|
|
|
Lyric
|
|
that
|
|
it's
|
|
over
|
|
the
|
|
book
|
|
of
|
|
you
|
|
and
|
|
i
|
|
now
|
|
you've
|
|
scribbled
|
|
out
|
|
my
|
|
name
|
|
and
|
|
you've
|
|
erased
|
|
my
|
|
favorite
|
|
lines
|
|
there
|
|
were
|
|
so
|
|
many
|
|
chapters
|
|
that
|
|
we
|
|
never
|
|
got
|
|
to
|
|
write
|
|
like
|
|
cereal
|
|
for
|
|
dinner
|
|
and
|
|
staying
|
|
up
|
|
all
|
|
night
|
|
i
|
|
remember
|
|
where
|
|
we
|
|
started
|
|
i
|
|
remember
|
|
how
|
|
you
|
|
|
Lyric
|
|
looked
|
|
but
|
|
now
|
|
im
|
|
missing
|
|
bits
|
|
and
|
|
pieces
|
|
from
|
|
the
|
|
pages
|
|
that
|
|
you
|
|
took
|
|
you
|
|
never
|
|
gave
|
|
a
|
|
reason
|
|
i'll
|
|
forever
|
|
wonder
|
|
why
|
|
we
|
|
never
|
|
got
|
|
to
|
|
finish
|
|
the
|
|
book
|
|
of
|
|
you
|
|
and
|
|
i
|
|
don't
|
|
tell
|
|
me
|
|
tell
|
|
me
|
|
that
|
|
you're
|
|
leaving
|
|
me
|
|
my
|
|
belly
|
|
hurts
|
|
and
|
|
my
|
|
heart
|
|
is
|
|
|
Lyric
|
|
hardly
|
|
beating
|
|
right
|
|
i
|
|
hate
|
|
to
|
|
beg
|
|
but
|
|
i'll
|
|
try
|
|
one
|
|
last
|
|
time
|
|
don't
|
|
tell
|
|
me
|
|
that
|
|
it's
|
|
over
|
|
the
|
|
book
|
|
of
|
|
you
|
|
and
|
|
i
|
|
now
|
|
you've
|
|
scribbled
|
|
out
|
|
my
|
|
name
|
|
and
|
|
you've
|
|
erased
|
|
my
|
|
favorite
|
|
lines
|
|
there
|
|
were
|
|
so
|
|
many
|
|
chapters
|
|
that
|
|
we
|
|
never
|
|
got
|
|
to
|
|
write
|
|
like
|
|
cereal
|
|
|
Lyric
|
|
for
|
|
dinner
|
|
and
|
|
staying
|
|
up
|
|
all
|
|
night
|
|
i
|
|
remember
|
|
where
|
|
we
|
|
started
|
|
i
|
|
remember
|
|
how
|
|
you
|
|
looked
|
|
but
|
|
now
|
|
i'm
|
|
missing
|
|
bits
|
|
and
|
|
pieces
|
|
from
|
|
the
|
|
pages
|
|
that
|
|
you
|
|
took
|
|
you
|
|
never
|
|
gave
|
|
a
|
|
reason
|
|
i'll
|
|
forever
|
|
wonder
|
|
why
|
|
we
|
|
never
|
|
got
|
|
to
|
|
finish
|
|
the
|
|
book
|
|
of
|
|
you
|
|
and
|
|
i
|
|