| I don’t remember the first time
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| But I know I’ll never live it down
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| Because I fell from the sky
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| I let the bullet clip my wings
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| And I’m not sure if I’ll die
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| But I know it’s worth a shot
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| If I don’t make it this time
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| I swear I’ll give you something better to try
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| Stop, remember this time I don’t hate the way I love you
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| Stop, remember this time I was fake the way I missed you
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| Because it’s hard enough to be right here
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| With a hole inside my rib cage breaking
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| It’s hard enough to be right here
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| With the kids you never wanted watching
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| Stop, remember this time I was fake the way I loved you
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| Stop, remember this time I just know that I will always miss you
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| Because it’s hard enough to be eighteen
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| When the whole wants to know who’s winning
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| It’s hard enough to be alone
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| With the person you are not becoming
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| It’s hard enough to be alone
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| It’s hard enough to be together |