| Late last night I was looking through pictures
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| Flooded with memories, I lied on the floor
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| And spread them around me like friends at a party
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| Their faces remind me of all that I’ve known
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| Still, I can’t forget all the hushed who and whys
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| All the fiction and lies, all the tears and the laughs
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| Take a walk through the past, you and I, hand in hand
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| As we look at this thing called us
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| Late last night I was pacing the hallway
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| Reading the letters you’d signed x and o
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| I turned out the lights and imagined you with me
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| I tried my hardest to cry, but it just wouldn’t come
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| Still, I can’t forget all the hushed who and whys
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| All the fiction and lies, all the tears and the laughs
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| Take a walk through the past, you and I, hand in hand
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| As we look at this thing called us
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| All the hushed who and whys
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| All the fiction and lies, all the tears and the laughs
|
| Take a walk through the past, you and I, hand in hand
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| As we look at this thing called trust
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| Still, I can’t forget all the hushed who and whys
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| All the fiction and lies, all the tears and the laughs
|
| Take a walk through the past, you and I, hand in hand
|
| As we look at this thing called us
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| All the hushed who and whys
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| All the fiction and lies, all the tears and the laughs
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| Take a walk through the past, you and I, hand in hand
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| As we look at this thing called trust |