| They speak of jobs and positions
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| Who’s seeing who, who’s settled down
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| They casually mention your name
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| The power in a word’s insane
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| How it triggers everything to come tumbling down
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| Into the pit of my stomach
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| Boulders and butterflies coexist
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| That chemical reaction shared by all romantics
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| Threatens to persist
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| And this unanswered question
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| Lingers on to this later date
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| Can I resign to never knowing
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| If I was your one that got away?
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| The back and forth, the on and off
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| The «don't call anymore»
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| The leaving, the wishing I had stayed
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| A self-inflicted prison I won’t escape
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| Like if I did the memories would decay
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| And there’d be no more hours of dreaming
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| About what a life with you would have been
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| That chemical reaction shared by all romantics
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| Has some twisted need to exist
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| And this unanswered question
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| Lingers on to this later date
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| Can I resign to never knowing
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| If I was your one that got away?
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| Say you feel nothing when you see me
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| Say that where I walk, flowers have grown
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| Say that I rocked your world
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| Say that I was never your girl
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| Just give me something
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| Give me something I can put in stone
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| And this unanswered question
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| Lingers on to this later date
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| Can I resign to never knowing
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| If I was your one that got away? |