| Tell me what it was
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| That you kept inside your wallet
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| Maybe pictures from high school
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| Or old wrinkled receipts
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| Did you hold onto that note that I wrote you years ago
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| That carried all the words I couldn’t say to you so
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| Tell me about how you thought that I turned out
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| Did you expect better?
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| Or were you not surprised at all?
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| Our hands held together
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| I remember them feeling cold
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| As we sat there crying
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| At your mother’s funeral
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| I left
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| Took the exit out to the street
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| I felt
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| Guilty standing there on two healthy feet
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| I went
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| To a bar and had a few drinks
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| How does this keep happening?
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| I left
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| Took the exit out to the street
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| I felt
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| Guilty standing there on two healthy feet
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| I went
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| To a bar and had a few drinks
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| How does this keep happening to me?
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| When I showed up in a suit
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| Oversized to fit the mood
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| I couldn’t even remember
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| The last time we had spoke
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| Our hands held together
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| I remember them feeling cold
|
| As we sat there crying
|
| At your mother’s funeral
|
| I left
|
| Took the exit out to the street
|
| I felt
|
| Guilty standing there on two healthy feet
|
| I went
|
| To a bar and had a few drinks
|
| How does this keep happening?
|
| I left
|
| Took the exit out to the street
|
| I felt
|
| Guilty standing there on two healthy feet
|
| I went
|
| To a bar and had a few drinks
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| How does this keep happening to me? |