| Caroline,
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| I’ve been looking for the time to tell you that nothing feels the same since I
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| moved back from where you are.
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| Words don’t line up.
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| Every time I try to lay them down, the godforsaken page rips out,
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| and tears them into parts.
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| I’m tearing into parts.
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| 'So hallelujah' reads the church sign on the sidewalk now I pass along the five
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| blocks to the amber colored doors.
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| What’s it to you if I still believe in magic;
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| See the beauty in our tragic and want to feel like there’s something more?
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| Since I told you that I loved you and you said that isn’t true,
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| Because you treat love like a firework just to keep the sky and muse.
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| You might find that given time,
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| The fire burns right down to fumes,
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| But you still stand too close.
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| California,
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| You can leave the money on the table and the silver and the halos of the angels
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| in her sky.
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| But I adore you.
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| And so I’m getting on this train home and I’m letting all these stars go,
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| I’m sleeping through the night.
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| Since I told you that I loved you and you said it might be true,
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| But you treat love like a firework just to keep the sky and muse.
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| You might find that over time,
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| and once the fire burns right down to fumes,
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| you still stand too close.
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| If I said again I love you,
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| Would you say you know it’s true?
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| We can treat love like a firework just to keep the sky and muse.
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| And we might find that given time, the fire burns right down to fumes,
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| But I’m still standing close. |