| You always told me to write a song about Andrew
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| Little did you know that it would be about you
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| And I think he knows I won’t see him come Monday
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| When we meet up again to tie our own noose
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| His head at rest on my shoulder
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| In that place you used to call your nook
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| Where I’d let you stay 'til sleep stole you from your book
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| But now we’re on our own
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| I’m only missing you so much
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| I lose control of where my thoughts go
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| 'Til you’re someone I don’t know
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| And the worst part of all of this
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| Is the way you claim to regret the day that we met
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| I’d never trade the years of love that we spent
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| But now we’re on our own
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| I’m only missing you so much
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| I lose control of where my thoughts go
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| 'Til you’re someone I don’t know
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| I’m only missing you so much
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| I lose control of where my thoughts go
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| 'Til you’re someone I don’t know
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| I guess that’s just how it goes sometimes
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| You fall in, you fall out, then wonder if you’ll ever even get a reply
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| I’m sorry lately that I never loved you better
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| Even though we shouldn’t be together
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| I’ll always hate myself for not having self control
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| So now we’re on our own
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| I’m only missing you so much
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| I lose control of where my thoughts go
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| 'Til you’re someone I don’t know
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| I’m only missing you so much
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| I lose control of where my thoughts go
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| 'Til you’re someone I don’t know |