| Junebug, I remember everything
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| The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors
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| I held you in my arms
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| Junebug, I’d burn down a picture of a house
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| Say it was ours, when we didn’t need it anymore
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| And that was when I loved you best
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| We were kids then
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| We shouldn’t think about the rest
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| You’d put the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast
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| The way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost
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| You liked to play with darkness, all the universe could give
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| I was the home you once tried to escape, the dark in which you lived
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| And soon they’d find you laying there on several different homes
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| They’d find you laying on their porches, did you need to use the phone?
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| And lure you into their rooms
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| That was the last I heard of June
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| And that was love I could not allow
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| You were beautiful then
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| You’re just a coke jaw now
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| I remember everything (x3)
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| You were beautiful then
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| I’m still in too deep |