| Do you still think of me
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| like I still think of you?
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| When we were teenagers
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| on our way back from school.
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| I heard your mother hates you now,
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| oh I hope that’s true.
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| I still remember hearing her cry
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| when you split my face in two.
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| I hope your hell is a place
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| where you see nothing new.
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| And you sit with yourself
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| and think about what you used to do.
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| You can’t hold onto everything for ever,
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| or that’s what I tell myself.
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| One time i tried getting better,
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| that didn’t really help.
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| I promised I wouldn’t talk about it
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| yet here I am,
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| I can’t get past that summer
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| or the scars you left.
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| I stuck around and made plans
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| and took the punches that you swept.
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| I broke my own vows
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| cause I thought happiness was based on how long each night you slept.
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| Friendship was a four letter word,
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| I couldn’t speak it around you.
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| I cut all my ties that year
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| cause I thought it was what I was supposed to do.
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| You can’t pick favorites
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| without someone’s feelings getting hurt.
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| You can’t replace the button
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| that flew off when you ripped my shirt,
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| or my family, thank god my sister didn’t give birth
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| in the years you controlled me,
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| I didn’t even know how much she hurt.
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| I’m bringing you back to life,
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| Anna i’m finally giving you the light,
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| if I can start the fire I can try and put it out.
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| I don’t have time for all your intricacies,
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| I’m focusing on the little things,
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| but skipping kings,
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| and skipping queens,
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| we are all people
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| no matter how we label things. |