| I wore your shirt as I was running away from you
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| 'Cause I like to keep the good things
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| I know you’re hurt and I would like to sit right next to you
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| But you’d only say the worst things
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| Like every city was our city
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| And every road was our own
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| And you loved me like you knew you’d miss me
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| Every prophecy you told
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| Wildflowers you brought me
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| Are crumbled in my hands
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| This love that you taught me
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| I still don’t understand
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| How every city was our city
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| And every road was our own
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| Wildflowers you brought me
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| Are crumbled in my hands
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| So give it up
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| Ooh whoa, oh
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| And give it up
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| Yeah, yeah
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| So give it up
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| I took a trip to the furthest place that I could find
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| 'Cause I like to do the wrong things
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| I walked a street that I had never walked down once before
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| 'Cause I like to try the new things
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| Like every city was our city
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| And every road was our own
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| And you loved me like you knew you’d miss me
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| Every prophecy you told
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| Wildflowers you brought me
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| Are crumbled in my hands (Crumbled in my hands)
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| This love that you taught me
|
| I still don’t understand (Still don’t understand)
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| How every city was our city
|
| And every road was our own
|
| Wildflowers you brought me
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| Are crumbled in my hands
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| So give it up (Oh yeah)
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| Ooh whoa, oh
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| And give it up (Oh yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| So give it up (Oh yeah)
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| Ooh whoa, oh
|
| And give it up (Oh yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Wildflowers you brought me
|
| Are crumbled in my hands
|
| This love that you taught me
|
| I still don’t understand (Still don’t understand)
|
| How every city was our city
|
| And every road was our own
|
| Wildflowers you brought me
|
| Are crumbled in my hands
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| So give it up (Oh yeah)
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| Ooh whoa, oh
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| And give it up (Oh yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| So give it up |