| It must have been October the last time that we spoke,
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| And though I think about you, I decided that,
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| It’s safer where we left it, safer for us both,
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| That stuff was a million years ago,
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| When you got accepted I went loopy, hoping you’d be on my team
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| When you got accepted I was totally ridiculous,
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| We were the ones who always felt awkward, socially cornered,
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| And I still feel the same,
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| Still dreading the laughter, like what does it matter? |
| It’s not what I’m after
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| anyway.
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| I won’t take a compliment, but I will ruminate for hours on a single mean
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| remark,
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| Collecting them like ornaments, the nasty things that people say that I save up
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| to think about when it gets dark.
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| When you got accepted I went loopy, hoping you’d be on my team
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| When you got accepted I was right.
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| Ten years later I’m so glad that it’s over,
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| But I can’t help feeling like I did that October day. |