| It was just like magic
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| When your hips came crashing
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| There were fires burning and my hands learning
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| To paint with passion
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| It was planets meeting
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| It was synced up breathing
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| There were angels calling and more free falling
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| Than I believed in
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| Yeah
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| Memories like freight trains hit me
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| I replay to keep you with me
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| Better to have had than not at all
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| We were chasing stars
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| Across the county lines
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| Two imperfect pieces
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| With our fingers intertwined
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| And I would do it all again
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| Knowing I'd be left behind
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| Oh, what a time
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| Back when you were mine
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| Oh, I'm hurting
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| But I'm still certain
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| That when the pain comes back in waves
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| Yeah, it was worth it
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| Yeah
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| Memories like freight trains hit me
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| I replay to keep you with me
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| Better to have had than not at all
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| We were chasing stars
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| Across the county lines
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| Two imperfect pieces
|
| With our fingers intertwined
|
| And I would do it all again
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| Knowing I'd be left behind
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| Oh, what a time
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| Back when you were mine
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| Back when you were mine
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| Oh, we were chasing stars
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| Oh, we were chasing stars
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| We were chasing stars
|
| Across the county line
|
| Two imperfect pieces
|
| With our fingers intertwined
|
| And I would do it all again
|
| Knowing I'd be left behind
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| Oh, what a time
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| Back when you were mine (When you were mine)
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| Back when you were mine
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| Back when you were mine
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| Oh, we were chasing stars
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| Oh, we were chasing stars
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| Back when you were mine |