| Sometimes I find myself in a crowded room
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| With good friends and a feeling this will end too soon
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| Some things just end too soon
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| I watch you fall asleep and never wake up
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| Don’t take these memories or the people I love
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| Cause my god, we might not have much longer
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| We might not have much longer
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| No I’m not angry, no I’m not upset
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| All I’m saying is you tend to forget
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| How good you’ve got it, damn you’ve got it good
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| And you should, cause no one deserves this
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| Right now, though things could be better it
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| Is a reminder that nothing here is permanent
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| We’re dead or dying and I guess we’ll never figure it out
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| Dead or dying, at least I’m trying
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| So hard not to dwell on the past
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| Breathe in every goodbye and try to make the memory last
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| Petrichor reminds me of when I was younger
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| There are two dates under your name
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| And life’s the dash that’s in between
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| And all the flowers that surround you
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| Will never bring back anything
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| But now and then, well I still miss you on the drive home
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| And still get anxious when I’m all alone
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| Faced with a feeling that I’ll never know, where you go
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| Right now, though things could be better it
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| Is a reminder that nothing here is permanent
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| We’re dead or dying and I guess we’ll never figure it out
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| Dead or dying, at least I’m trying
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| So hard not to dwell on the past
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| Breathe in every goodbye and try to make the memory last
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| Petrichor reminds me of when I was younger
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| Right now, though things could be better it
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| Is a reminder that nothing here is permanent
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| We’re dead or dying and I guess we’ll never figure it out
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| Dead or dying, at least I’m trying
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| So hard not to dwell on the past
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| Breathe in every goodbye and try to make the memory last
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| Petrichor reminds me of when I was younger |