| When i met you we both were young
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| Young like flowers in bloom
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| Didn’t need to deceive our eyes
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| To see each day like new
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| Any place, we belonged
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| Ask your sis and your ma
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| When i met you we both were proud
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| Of the way we kissed goodnight
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| We believed in things to do
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| We believed in our time
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| We believed in me and you
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| Now look what we’ve become
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| Changed places are always sad
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| And memories do funny things to you
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| Three bad days, two green eyes, one red coat
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| And i can see you
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| Memories can be painful too
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| When they’re mixed up with lies
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| Mine are bred in the finest days
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| Of my fine but common life |