| Stacks of paper, my name in bold print
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| Yours right besides it on this document
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| Too many lawyers, too many angry words
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| So much we didn’t say, so much we never heard
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| Do you remember
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| When I was all that you were living for
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| Back before the war
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| Back before the broken vows
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| The shattered trust, this empty house
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| When nothing really mattered but us
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| Back before we climbed too high
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| My dreams were yours, your dreams were mine
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| Back before we fell so out of touch
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| Back before the war
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| Children’s laughter trailing down the hall
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| Tiny footsteps, God how I miss it all
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| It’s not as simple as who’s right and who’s to blame
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| How could we fly so high to be shot down in flames
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| Do you remember
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| When you were all that I was living for
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| Back before the war
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| Back before the broken vows
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| The shattered trust, this empty house
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| When nothing really mattered but us
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| Back before we climbed too high
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| My dreams were yours, your dreams were mine
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| Back before we fell so out of touch
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| Back before the war
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| Stacks of paper, I guess this is where we sign
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| Strange how your signature so closely matches mine |