| I remember Sunday nights at kaldi’s
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| I was never really down with coffee shops
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| A group of beatniks reading Kerouac
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| And the smell of grass from the parking lot
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| And as I recall
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| We got to know each other
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| We got to show each other
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| That we were fine just being friends
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| There’s that guy who thinks he’s Dylan
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| He plays guitar with the band
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| And he dedicates a song he thinks belongs to you and me He must’ve seen us holding hands
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| But they don’t know
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| We tried to cross that line before
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| But what we have is so much more
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| Cause now you will always be mine
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| And as I recall
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| We got to know each other
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| We got to show each other
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| That we were fine just being friends
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| We tried to cross that line before
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| But what we have is so much more
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| Cause now you will always be mine inside
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| And as I recall
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| We got to know each other
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| We got to show each other
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| That we were fine just being friends
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| And we still hold each other
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| And we still love each other
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| But we’re just fine being friends.
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| By Daniel Faria |