| We’ll make our agreements,
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| About when to meet,
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| And I’ll leave you in the doorway,
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| The cold evening aches,
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| As it leaves in its wake,
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| All the memories left by the day,
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| And I’m questioning why,
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| As you look to the sky,
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| That it’s cloudless up above our heads,
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| And thoughts come to mind,
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| that our short little lives,
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| Haven’t left the path that they will tread,
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| They will tread
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| I come back to haunt you,
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| Memories will taunt you,
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| And I will try to love you,
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| It’s not like I’m above you,
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| The wisdom we learn as our minds,
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| They do burn’ll,
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| Entice the naivety in youth,
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| As adults will grow and maturity shows,
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| The terrifying rarity of truth,
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| As you turn to your mind,
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| And your thoughts they rewind,
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| To old happenings and things that are done,
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| You can’t find what’s passed,
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| Make that happiness last,
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| Seeing from those eyes what you become,
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| Well you become
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| I come back to haunt you,
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| Memories will taunt you,
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| And I will try to love you,
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| It’s not like I’m above you,
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| I will see you there,
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| See you there,
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| See you there,
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| I’ll come back to haunt,
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| Memories will taunt you,
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| And I will try to love you,
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| It’s not like I’m above you |