| I sat next to you at lunch
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| You had your back turned
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| Reading your magazine
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| I didn’t want to interrupt
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| You looked so peaceful
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| In your own company
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| Funny how we remember things
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| How we hold on to the good
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| But throw out the bad stuff
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| What happened to us?
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| I was never ready for your love
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| No, I’m no child but I don’t feel grown up
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| I was never ready, it was never meant to be
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| So tell me how come I still feel so messed up
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| You were somebody to me once
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| But now you’re a fiction
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| Someone that I made up
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| Turns out it was too much for us
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| And if we met in five years
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| Would we notice?
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| Funny how we remember things
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| How we hold on to the good
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| But throw out the bad stuff
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| What happened to us?
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| I was never ready for your love
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| No, I’m no child but I don’t feel grown up
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| I was never ready, it was never meant to be
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| So tell me how come I still feel so messed up
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| I was never ready for your love
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| No, I’m no child but I don’t feel grown up
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| I was never ready, it was never meant to be
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| So tell me how come I still feel so messed up
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| I was never ready for your love
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| No, I’m no child but I don’t feel grown up
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| I was never ready, it was never meant to be
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| So tell me how come I still feel so messed up
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| I was never ready, I was never ready
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| Never meant to be
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| I was never ready, I was never ready
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| Never meant to be |