| What do you think when you think of me?
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| Do you? |
| Do you?
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| What am I in your history?
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| Am I? |
| Am I?
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| So unfair to throw such perfection at a face so full of future
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| Starlight in my eyes, didn’t realize — it was you
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| Where’s it written? |
| How was I to know?
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| Tell me. |
| Tell me
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| Should have never let the first love go
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| You knew. |
| You told me
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| New Year’s Eve, we celebrated
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| With a toast you told this future
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| Still, I see those eyes, beautiful eyes
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| How could I not have known?
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| You’ll always be the summer in my winter world
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| My California sad-eyed girl
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| I need to know — Are we still in your mind?
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| And come one day, impossible as it may seem, I can dream
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| At the end of this road somewhere, you wait for me
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| Saw the letter, saw the words he wrote to you. |
| to you
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| Knew the secrets only we could know, only you
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| Pick-up trucks, San Bernardino
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| With each word such hope, such romance
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| Then he signed his name — my name
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| Where is that boy now?
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| You will be
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| You will be
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| You will always be |