| Alex slams the door
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| Cries out loud
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| Throws his fist into the wall
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| Falls down as tears crawl from his eyes
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| The summer night that felt so right
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| When he reached out to hold her hand
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| The thought was haunting him alive
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| The chance he thought he’d never have
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| To hold her heart and hand again
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| Turns out to be something he’ll never have
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| It seems that Sarah moved,
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| Went to school
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| Hooked up with the new boy in town
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| And left the other one behind
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| So Alex waited two more years
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| In hopes and dreams and vacant fears
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| That maybe one day he would catch her eye
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| And Alex wrote a note that told:
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| The closeness that I get from you
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| Is like the feeling of the first man to walk the moon
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| And it’s so unreal
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| But I suppose you don’t have a clue
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| The city sleeps and so do you
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| But my god, I’m wide awake and I’m watching you
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| And it’s so surreal
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| But it feels so real
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| Sarah gets the note
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| Reads it twice
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| Then she breaks down and cries
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| She never knew he felt that way
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| It’s too late for them anyway
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| There’s 50 states that separate
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| And oceans that stand in their way
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| So Alex hits the bottle hard
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| Gives out his things, his clothes, his car
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| Has plans to make this all go away
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| The bottle hits the floor
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| And rolls along the wall to where it meets
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| The mess of pills he planned to dissipate
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| The next day Sarah gets a call
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| And flies in for the funeral
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| At which she sadly stands to give a speech
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| Shaking, she goes on to read:
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| (Whitney Wiatt):
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| The closeness that I get from you
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| Is like the feeling of the first man to walk the moon
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| And it’s so unreal
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| But I suppose you don’t have a clue
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| The city sleeps and so do you
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| But my god, I’m wide awake and I’m watching you
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| And it’s so surreal
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| But it feels so real to me
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| I’m barely breathing
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| In fear of waking you
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| I’m barely breathing
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| Tonight, tonight
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| The closeness that I get from you
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| Is like the feeling of the first man to walk the moon
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| And it’s so unreal
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| But I suppose you don’t have a clue
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| The city sleeps and so do you
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| But my god, I’m wide awake and I’m watching you
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| And it’s so surreal
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| But it feels so real to me |