| Remember when I called you cause Abby was wasted
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| And didn’t know how to get home
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| We drove around til she sobered up
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| And then I went home alone
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| It’s kind of funny cause she married Ben
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| And I still see them every now and again
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| And I’m glad they’re doing well
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| Sometimes I think I’m doing well too
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| Remember when we realized how much we cared
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| But we still didn’t talk for a couple of years
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| So you kept writing letters and I kept writing songs
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| But you can neither give up or admit it’s wrong
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| It’s kind of funny because most nights I’ve got so much on my mind
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| But I feel alright or at least okay
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| But I still don’t forget it
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| The longest night and the guilt that came with it
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| And I gotta believe something
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| I spent half my life trying to figure it out
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| And the other half trying to believe in nothing
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| And when I wrote this down, I cried
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| And when we used to talk, I lied
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| And when I say that I don’t care
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| I think I’m starting to mean it
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| I’m picking up those pieces well
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| This night has gone to hell
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| And we’re all, «Let's talk about the past, back when we were made to last»
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| And all I’ve got in this world
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| Is like thirty five dollars and small amount of skill
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| So I don’t mind
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| I’m staying home
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| Avoiding the things that make me hate the most
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| You’re on my mind
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| Some night it’s better
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| I can’t feel worse than that
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| It’s all regret
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| I hope it doesn’t last forever |