| I remember the times
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| They were paper thin
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| I could feel your heartbeat through your skin
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| Before we let the darkness in
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| Words held their meaning
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| You were the black sheep, but we were a team
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| We never fit in, no, to anyone’s scene
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| Looking back, was it all just a dream
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| Words held their meaning
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| We never wasted time
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| Held our breath 'til there wasn’t a sound
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| We can’t turn back time to the days when you were around
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| Back in the day when I first met you
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| In the back seat of the Benz
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| There was a day when I first kissed you
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| Was the beginning of the end
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| So many wasted sunsets
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| So many wasted nights
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| So many wasted moments
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| By the tracks of the Midland line
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| I remember the night that you let me in
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| You were a broken heart, I was lost within
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| You were falling apart, we were high on everything
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| A life without meaning
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| Hanging by a thread, we were seventeen
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| Could it be the end, you said you’d never leave
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| Running through my head are the things you said to me
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| When you were my meaning
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| We never wasted time
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| Held our breath 'til there wasn’t a sound
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| We can’t turn back time to the days when you were around
|
| Back in the day when I first met you
|
| In the back seat of the Benz
|
| There was a day when I first kissed you
|
| Was the beginning of the end
|
| So many wasted sunsets
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| So many wasted nights
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| So many wasted moments
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| By the tracks of the Midland line
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| Now you’re gone and it’s been three years since yesterday
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| Now you’re gone and I’m a mess
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| I remember the times
|
| They were paper thin
|
| I could feel your heartbeat through your skin
|
| Before we let the darkness in
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| Your words held their meaning
|
| Back in the day when I first met you
|
| In the back seat of the Benz
|
| There was a day when I first kissed you
|
| Was the beginning of the end
|
| So many wasted sunsets
|
| So many wasted nights
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| So many wasted moments
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| By the tracks of the Midland line |