| Crawling through the basement
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| Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins
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| Color coded for placement
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| Could be trash at what times replaced with
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| I know in time we all walk
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| Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall
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| Take me back to the places
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| Where time doesn’t exist to break us
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| It breaks us down
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| With the forgotten smiles
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| The obnoxious laughs
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| The broken hearts
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| Down frame with my first kiss
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| The sweater I was wearing while laying down
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| Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair
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| Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I
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| ever saw
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| Every picture I come across I’m amazed with
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| Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one
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| unpacking boxes like Christmas
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| Obsessed on finding out who I really was
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| Turning all of the joists timelines
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| Reliving every second of my life
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| I know it’s hard to hold on
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| All my thoughts are really sad, how I wish we would just stay young
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| I guess that’s why we let go
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| But I’m not ready to let go
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| With the forgotten smiles
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| The obnoxious laughs
|
| The broken hearts
|
| Down frame with my first kiss
|
| The sweater I was wearing while laying down
|
| Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair
|
| Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I
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| ever saw
|
| Every picture I come across I’m amazed with
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| Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one
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| I won’t be ready to let go
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| But how do you hold on?
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| I won’t be ready to let go
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| So how do you hold on?
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| Crawling through the basement
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| Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins
|
| Color coded for placement
|
| Could be trash at what times replaced with
|
| I know in time we all walk
|
| Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall
|
| Take me back to the places
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| Where time doesn’t exist to break us |