| Another year on, will you remember my name?
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| Will you still live here and will you still be the same?
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| I know it makes you cry when you think about death
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| But I’ll hold your hand, so don’t be scared
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| It started off slow, you forgot where you put things
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| And by the summer nothing else was distinct
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| I know it makes you cry when you think about death
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| But I’ll hold your hand, so don’t be scared
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| I’m trying to remember
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| Forgot the date of your birthday
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| But I suppose it doesn’t matter, you won’t remember anyway
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| I’m trying to remember the fucking date of your birthday
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| But I suppose it doesn’t matter, you won’t remember anyway
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| When I caught my hand in the kitchen drawer
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| (When you bandaged it and you gave me more)
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| Of the things I love but wouldn’t ask for
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| (I still picture you by the bathroom door)
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| And the walks we took because I adore
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| (All the things you say and the way you talk)
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| I just hope you’re happy where you are
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| I’m trying to remember
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| Forgot the date of your birthday
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| But I suppose it doesn’t matter, you won’t remember anyway
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| I’m trying to remember the fucking date of your birthday
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| But I suppose it doesn’t matter, you won’t remember anyway |