| It was misspelled and outside the lines and we loved how it looked
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| Like the crooked hem of your favorite childhood dress
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| And the holes in my jeans from years of carelessness
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| I know since we’ve grown, we ache for those memories
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| Honestly, nothing’s even compared to you next to me, next to me
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| When the words came to you for the first time, you knew you were hooked
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| And the pride that you felt at the last page of your first book
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| And the bravery I forced when I sang to an audience of three
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| Well, it took a million wrong notes just to find a single melody and key
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| I know since we’ve grown we plea for clarity
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| Honestly, nothing’s ever made sense til you were next to me, next to me
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| If time is money, then I’ll spend it all for you
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| I will buy you flowers with the minutes we outgrew
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| I’ll turn hours into gardens, planted just for us to take
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| I’ll be reckless with my days, building castles in your name
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| Since we’ve grown, we long for concrete things
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| Honestly, nothing’s felt more sure than when you were next to me, next to me
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| So lets cut down the red tape and gather up the pieces of our youth
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| Cause there’s nothing in this world we can’t fix with some scissors and glue |