| I kinda miss you, back in high school
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| Twenty-five and I still think you’re
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| I kinda miss you, but I can’t talk to you
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| 'Cause in my mind, the only thing that I could do now is intrude
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| I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too
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| But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down
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| I didn’t think I’d say I wanna see you
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| I won’t reach out to you after all this time
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| I’d imagine I don’t fit into your view
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| Find me in the margins of a sketchbook
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| I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too
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| But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down
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| Painting the walls that line the hall after school
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| Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you’d recognize me now
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| I don’t even know who you are
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| just a dark room lesson, clarity lost on resin
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| Maybe I’m just thinking too hard
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| Rather let it dissipate than face my conscience
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| Call it faking progress
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| I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too
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| But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down
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| Painting the walls that line the hall after school
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| Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you’d recognize me now
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| I kinda miss you |