| Reflections from the bottom of a glass
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| A long night spent pondering the past
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| Life and everything that it’s worth
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| Everyone I know could go at any second from this Earth
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| How would it make me feel to never fucking see them again
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| How would it make them feel to never fucking see me again
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| I don’t know, I remember the Summer
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| I remember the pain
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| On my mother’s face as she sat me down
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| And tried her best to explain
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| I sat there on those steps and did my best to take it in
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| I tried to trace back every lesson you had taught me until then
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| I tried my hardest to remember what we’d spoken of last
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| No amount of effort I put in could bring the memory back
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| How was I supposed to know I’d never fucking see you again?
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| How could I know that I’d never fucking see you again
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| I tried my hardest to remember the last time we embraced
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| But I went blank as the emotion made its way to my face
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| And I cried
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| That’s right
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| The small child inside me cries
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| The small child inside me cries
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| The small child inside me cries
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| The small child inside me cries
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| The small child inside me cries |