| Remember that last Friday before we left for Mexico?
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| We kissed and nothing seemed to matter like Billie Holiday might sing
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| And it rained and everything was going to be just fine-
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| It was like music-
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| And it makes me sad to know I had gotten into something
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| That I could not deal with
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| And I will sit in my room and sleep all day
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| And think up dreams like I am the cutest kid in school
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| Or I could be crazy and sing about memories-
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| Hey I remember when I sat on those steps watching the moon
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| Chase the sky back until the world seemed like it would explode
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| And I could picture going up with it
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| It’d be just how I’d like to go and I’d sing |