| but the picture faded fast
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| the words «I love you"meant so much,
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| now not even your lips can I touch
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| I’ll cry for another eyesore and
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| think about our first kiss by the tree,
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| and how it meant so much to me.
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| Always was when you held my hand
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| forever were our walks on the sand;
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| there was nothing I couldn’t understand
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| Holding you closer day by day,
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| yet you seemed so far away.
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| Now there’s nothing left to say…
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| I reach my hand beneath my bed,
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| only a tear then would I shed.
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| A shoebox memory was waiting there for me.
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| I’ll cry for another eyesore
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| and think of all of our pictures on the walls,
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| colors to fade to none at all.
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| Always was when you were on my mind.
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| Together is where we stood in time;
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| another day the sun would shine.
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| Until the day we parted ways
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| instead our friendship’s here to stay.
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| I never wanted it that way.
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| There’s no feeling I can obtain to see you
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| from a different point of view.
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| Here’s to you my friend for now,
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| one day you’ll come around.
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| Summer days will turn to night.
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| Weeks of rain will bring the light.
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| Every New Year, we know the ball drops at midnight.
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| These are the things I cannot change,
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| yet it feels so odd and strange
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| how relationships never stay;
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| let me count the ways…
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| If only I’d held you tighter at the horror show.
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| Kept a secret for so long that you’d never know.
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| If only I’d shut the door after you got in.
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| Threw my arm out at the game and let you win.
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| Picked up every tab (when you’re happy, when you’re sad).
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| Left you all alone when you were mad.
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| Showed up at your door with flowers when you were scared;
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| all the little things to let you know I cared (and I cared).
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| Never was when you weren’t on my mind,
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| together was where we stood in time;
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| another day the sun would shine.
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| Until the day we parted ways
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| and said «our friendship’s here to stay.»
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| I never wanted it that way.
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| There’s no feeling I can obtain to see you
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| from a different point of view.
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| Still you come around.
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| I know I’ll see you at our show.
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| I’ll cry for this eyesore.
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| You’ll come back- I won’t be there… |