| A week ago a huge crate entered my life
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| I can feel your hands on my chest
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| And you know that I like you the best
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| And you’re mad at your shadow on the wall
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| I had a dream where everything changed
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| Nothing was the same
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| I woke up feeling new
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| and I meant
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| That at my falling out, I knew that its alright
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| But it’s not the same (oh well)
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| Everything dies
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| There’s no point in trying
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| Sooner or later
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| Love will die
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| And if it doesn’t
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| I know it will take me itself
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| I had a dream where everything changed
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| Nothing was the same
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| I woke up feeling new
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| and I meant
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| That at my falling out, I knew that its alright
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| But it’s not the same (oh well) |