| Yeah
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| I ride my bike up to her house and I knock on the window
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| It’s midnight after dark, she snuck out with a pillow
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| A couple beers that I had stolen from my fridge
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| That I threw into my backpack with two broken cigarettes
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| I put her around my handlebars down this empty street
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| We never felt more alive than when the world is asleep
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| She reached back and wrapped her hand around my neck
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| And though I couldn’t see her face I knew that she was smiling just as big, yeah
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| See it was always us against the world and
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| It was never that boring typical boy-needs-girl shit
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| Not even sure that I was not sleeping most of the time
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| 'Cause it was more a dream than any dream that I’ve had in my life
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| I don’t want to let this go
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| We can stay up at the park with your mixtapes and a stereo
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| 'Cause when we hear it it’s like the problems don’t exist
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| Your sister didn’t die, my mom didn’t try and kill herself
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| Your dad doesn’t drink and start to swing his fist
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| I’m not afraid of school, my past or what the future is
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| She put her finger to my lips and said it’s all alright
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| I love you, that’s all that matters
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| I met her on the westside
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| I didn’t really know what love was like
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| I never would again and that’s alright
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| I used to hate it though but now I know that you are one of the few that
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| experienced it once in your life
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| Time, show her
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| When love is amazing
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| Show your heart, unless you’re willing to break it
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| Don’t wanna take this all for granted so I
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| Thank you for being mine
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| When we were on the westside
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| Yeah, see we were both raised in a broken home
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| But when we came together all these pieces matched to make us whole
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| We stayed connected whenever, every single second was the best one of our life
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| only challenged by the next one, yeah
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| She said that we should run away together
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| The city is getting too small I need some better weather
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| And she would wear my sweather, two sizes too big
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| And when she gave it back
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| It smelt exactly like she did
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| And we went everywhere, just enjoyed getting there
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| Swore that I’d kill her dad if he touched her again
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| Anywhere
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| She’d hide the bruises, I’d whipe the tears
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| At our spot after dark where no one else could hear
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| We would talk about having a family with some kids
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| I was not afraid of school, my past or what the future is
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| I put the finger to her lips and said it’s all alright
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| I love you, that’s all that matters
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| I met her on the westside
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| I didn’t really know what love was like
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| I never would again and that’s alright
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| I used to hate it though but now I know that you are one of the few that
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| experienced it once in your life
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| Time, show her
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| When love is amazing
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| Show your heart, unless you’re willing to break it
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| Don’t wanna take this all for granted so I
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| Thank you for being mine
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| When we were on the westside
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| I ride my bike up to her house and I knock on that window
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| But it’s already open
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| There’s a note and a pencil
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| A single heart drawn right where it’s been folded
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| I start to weep
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| The worst tears falling as I open it
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| Her mom grabbed her right after another fight
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| So to get away from dad, they had to leave in the night
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| Not a trace to where they’re going
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| If there was he would find them
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| But promise no matter what in the future she’d find me
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| The tears are blinding
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| I make it to the end
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| She said she left my AFI hoodie on top of the bed
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| Don’t forget me, no matter what this is
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| Don’t be afraid of school, your past or what the future is
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| You’ll be okay, just know that I love you
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| I’ll write you when we get to where we’re going, if we ever do
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| I only heard from her a couple times
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| Hopping towns with her mom and living different lives
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| Then they stopped, we never talked again
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| But I still keep that note in the top drawer of my desk
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| As a symbol I can love
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| A reminder in the cold, cold world I was lucky enough
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| To spend time in that park after dark
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| And leave a little piece of my heart
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| On the westside |