| Consider this a letter that I never sent
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| However inconsiderate it seems
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| Do you still consider me
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| Consider me the boy you laughed with
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| Or you learned to live without?
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| I suck
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| I know I’m late
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| I know you waited
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| You wouldn’t get me on the phone
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| And you couldn’t make me not alone
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| The phone bill’s stacked up by my bedside
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| With your picture, you’re looking surprised
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| You’re what makes
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| New England so great
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| My Island nights are all spent dying
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| Wait for summer
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| To become wrought with lips
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| (My wishful thinking)
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| You wouldn’t get me on the phone
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| And you couldn’t make me not alone
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| Yeah, you wouldn’t get me
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| You wouldn’t get me
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| You wouldn’t get me on the phone
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| Yeah, you’re a blue-eyed lightning bolt
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| I’m a national phenomenon
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| Nothing’s absolutely definite
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| Till it’s absolutely, definitely gone
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| I never thought this day would end
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| (Never thought this day would end)
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| I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me
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| So let my hands stray
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| Past the boundaries of your back
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| And get you breathing
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| And get this started
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| You wouldn’t get me
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| You wouldn’t get me
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| You wouldn’t get me on the phone
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| Yeah you wouldn’t get me
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| You wouldn’t get me
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| You wouldn’t get me on the phone
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| Yeah, you’re a blue-eyed lightning bolt
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| I’m a natural phenomenon
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| Nothing’s absolutely definite till it’s gone |