| There are stains on your photo
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| Little cracks on your rusty frame
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| Stuck in the muddle
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| But it’s okay
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| I don’t have the pieces of your home
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| Buried in the flashbacks
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| But all these wicked nightmares have gone cold
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| Now we go way, way back
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| As far as way back goes
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| Still standing by your side
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| You know I’ll be right here
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| When all the monsters come
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| Oh, I got you
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| You grew old in suburbia
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| Where pretty demons never show
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| Shifting shapes in millenniums
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| But you’re okay
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| I don’t have the pieces of your home
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| Buried in the flashbacks
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| But all these wicked nightmares have gone cold
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| Now we go way, way back
|
| As far as way back goes
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| Still standing by your side
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| You know I’ll be right here
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| When all the monsters come
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| Oh, I got you
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| I got you
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| I got you
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| Oh oh oh, I got you
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| Oh oh oh
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| Now we go way, way back
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| As far as way back goes
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| Still standing by your side
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| You know I’ll be right here
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| When all the monsters come
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| Oh, I got you
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| I got you
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| I got you |