| Names carved in the pavement
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| On the corner of the block where we all came from
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| When we were water bottle boozin' in your basement
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| Older sisters always hated when we blamed them
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| Closet full of sweaters
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| From the '90s when our folks were still together
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| Yeah, love is blinded by the pressure of forever
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| We made a blood oath, said we swore we’d do it better
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| Maybe it was wrong to say
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| We would always stay this way
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| And I hated you for walking away
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| But honestly, I’d do the same
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| And we weren’t always telling lies
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| Life’s just a series of goodbyes
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| Time is less forgiving
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| And I’m ungrateful sitting down for two Thanksgivings
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| Yeah, we were planning on escaping, going missing
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| And we got older in a loft in New York City
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| I found a folded letter
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| Your dad was writing to my mom when he first met her
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| Yeah, love is blinded by the pressure of forever
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| We made a blood oath, said we swore we’d do it better
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| Maybe it was wrong to say
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| We would always stay this way
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| And I hated you for walking away
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| But honestly, I’d do the same
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| And we weren’t always telling lies
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| Life’s just a series of goodbyes
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| We made a blood oath, said we swore we’d do it better |