| I became a footnote in your life
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| But you were in the final draft of mine
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| As I watch the ink bleed off the page
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| I’m wondering how I was so easily erased
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| When did you become this cruel
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| We were really something weren’t we
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| But you wanna rewrite history
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| How do I remember us so differently
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| We were really something weren’t we
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| Or was it just me
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| Or was it just me
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| Call me a sentimental fool
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| 'Cause memories are not the same as truth
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| Details start to blur around the edge
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| I know it’s doing me no good to reminiscence
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| When did I become this blind
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| We were really something weren’t we
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| But you wanna rewrite history
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| How do I remember us so differently
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| We were really something weren’t we
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| Or was it just me
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| You won’t give me a passing thought
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| But I deserve at least that much
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| Don’t act like it was only make believe
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| That we were really something weren’t we
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| But you wanna rewrite history
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| How do I remember us so differently
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| We were really something weren’t we
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| Or was it just me
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| Was it just me |