| our bus rolled away,
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| Behind a sunrise that was smothered in black clouds,
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| Seems like everybody’s leaving me now,
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| But I’m leaving soon anyhow
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| The room is cold without your things around,
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| Alone I don’t know what to do with myself,
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| They say the hardest part is keeping in town,
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| I say the hardest part is watching you drown
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| Can you take me back there again,
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| I want that feeling again
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| I road my bike to that house,
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| And there’s a new curtain hanging in our window,
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| Seems like everything’s changing right now,
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| Will you still feel the same come tomorrow,
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| I’ve got this photograph of you and me,
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| Got that same cookie smile on your face,
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| We should have died inside that photograph,
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| For you were going away for a while
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| Can you take me back there again,
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| I want that feeling again,
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| Can I make you alright again,
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| Can it just be the way it was back then,
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| Back then
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| It’s been quite a while,
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| I leave you a message to see how you’ve been,
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| Seems like every time I call you around,
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| Are you ever coming back again
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| Can you take me back there again,
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| I want that feeling again,
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| Can I make you alright again,
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| Can it just be the way it was back then,
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| Back then |