| And they met when they were young
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| with one thing in common
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| two big city kids lost in a stupid world
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| of egotistic boys and the lieing little girls
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| And he knows there was something there
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| cause he saw it in her stare
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| all he does is look back, something to hold onto
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| second guessing life cause he doesnt know the truth
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| and he knows cause he fakes it
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| that hes doing okay
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| and he knows cause he wastes it
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| his life and everyday
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| And in his head hes always known
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| the way the story is supposed to go
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| but then she left, now shes fifty states away
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| and he waste his hours on his letter everyday
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| 'cause now shes just a dream
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| of how things could have been
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| so he sits at home and wonders where she is
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| and what shes doing, does she ever think of him
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| and he keeps on writing her letters
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| ones hell never send
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| and he wished that he had a picture
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| so he could see her face again |