| And heaven was a place we felt safe to sleep at
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| Always another story to tell
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| Home wasn’t you when you could make me laugh
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| And family wasn’t with conditions
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| Or a silver spoon of lies
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| It was every time you cried and every time I listened
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| So cross your heart and hope to die with me
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| Because if it’s ever obligatory
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| We’ll be best friends instead, let’s kill tradition
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| Maybe on our silver lining
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| We still meet there every evening
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| If we believe we can revisit our Past Lives
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| With only honesty and no lies
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| To say goodbye
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| (What does it mean to be free?)
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| To go, but not to leave
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| Talk to tears, admit our fears, cheers to our car therapy
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| When we are all caught up in our pride parade
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| A float built on friendship graves
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| That could be the chemo of us, killing off the toxins
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| And also killing all the love
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| So cross your heart and hope to die with me
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| 'Cause if it’s ever obligatory
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| We’ll be best friends instead, let’s kill tradition
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| Maybe on our silver lining
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| We still meet there every evening
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| If we believe we can revisit our Past Lives
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| With only honesty and no lies
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| With only honesty and no lies
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| With only honesty and no lies
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| If we believe we can revisit our past lives
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| If we believe we can revisit our past lives
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| With only honesty and no lies |