| I guess I can’t believe you really came
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| And that we’re sitting on this pier
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| See, I’m smiling —
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| That means I’m happy that you’re here
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| I stole this sweater from the costume shop —
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| It makes me look like Daisy Mae
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| See, we’re laughing —
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| I think we’re gonna be okay
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| I mean, we’ll have to try a little harder
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| And bend things to and fro
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| To make this love as special
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| As it was five years ago
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| I mean, you made it to Ohio!
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| Who knows where else we can go?
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| I think you’re really gonna like this show
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| I’m pretty sure it doesn’t suck
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| See, you’re laughing, and I’m smiling
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| By a river in Ohio
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| And you’re mine…
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| We’re doing fine
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| I think we both can see what could be better —
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| I’ll own when I was wrong
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| With all we’ve had to go through
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| We’ll end up twice as strong
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| And so we’ll start again this weekend
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| And just keep rolling along…
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| I didn’t know you had to go so soon
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| I thought we had a little time…
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| Look, whatever, if you have to
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| Then you have to, so whatever
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| It’s all right —
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| We’ll have tonight
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| You know what makes me crazy?
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| I’m sorry, can I say this?
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| You know what makes me nuts?
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| The fact that we could be together
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| Here together
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| Sharing our night, spending our time
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| And you are gonna choose someone else to be with — no, you are
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| Yes, Jamie, that’s exactly what you’re doing:
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| You could be here with me
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| Or be there with them —
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| As usual, guess which you pick!
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| No, Jamie, you do not have to go to another party —
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| With the same twenty jerks you already know
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| You could stay with your wife on her fucking birthday
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| And you could, God forbid, even see my show
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| And I know in your soul it must drive you crazy
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| That you won’t get to play with your little girlfriends —
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| No I’m not, no I’m not! |
| — and the point is, Jamie
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| That you can’t spend a single day
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| That’s not about
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| You and you and nothing but you
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| Mahvelous novelist, you!
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| Isn’t he wonderful, just twenty-eight!
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| The savior of writing!
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| You and you and nothing but you —
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| Miles and piles of you
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| Pushing through windows and bursting through walls
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| En route to the sky!
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| And I…
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| I swear to God I’ll never understand
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| How you can stand there, straight and tall
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| And see I’m crying
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| And not do anything at all… |