| It’s funny how I’m running into you again
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| And how you’re asking me how I’ve been
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| I keep running out of girlfriends 'cause they keep running out on me
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| It wasn’t so long ago when you were one of them, I know
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| And I still miss you even though you ran away from me
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| Now you’re something that I’m not allowed
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| That I had to learn to live without
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| But every so often I still think about you, you, you
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| 'Cause some part of me expects to see more agony than ecstasy
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| And I still can’t stop thinking of me and you, you, you
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| I had a speech written for this day
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| You’re within reach, but I can’t think of anything to say
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| Running into you today meant running out of cards to play
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| And running out of things to say
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| Though they’re running through my head
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| Like why I still don’t understand why we’re not still together
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| And how I’d like to hold your hand one more time
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| Imagine if we were to make that spectacularly bad mistake
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| How many times is my heart gonna break over you, you, you? |