| Remember how they always seemed to know
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| We had the forest in our eyes
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| But the earth was in our clothes
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| And they thought we’d fall
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| Not at all
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| So look back on the treasured days
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| We were young in a world that was so tired
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| Though it’s not what we wanted before
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| Even the saints had to crawl from the floor
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| Summers when the money was gone you’d sing
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| All you’re little songs
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| That meant every thing to me
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| And I’ll remember you
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| And the things that we used to do
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| And the things that we used to say
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| I’ll remember you
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| That way
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| Remember how they tried to hold you down
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| And we climbed those towers
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| And looked down upon our town
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| And everything you hoped would last
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| Just always becomes your past (it hurts)
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| Summers when the money was gone you’d sing
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| All your little songs that meant everything
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| To me
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| And I’ll remember you
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| And the things that we used to do
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| And the things that we used to say
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| I’ll remember you
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| Always
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| But then this world
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| Slipped through my fingers
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| And even the sun seemed tired
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| I still cared
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| As I lowered you down
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| My heart just jaded
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| In that moment the earth made no sound
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| But you were there
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| You helped me lift my pain into the air
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| And I’ll remember you
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| And the things that we used to do
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| And the things that we used to say
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| If it don’t hurt you
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| It wont hurt me
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| It don’t hurt me
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| Then it wont hurt you
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| If it don’t hurt you
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| It wont hurt me I know |