| I drew a two of hearts from a deck of cards
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| A stock trick from my empty repertoire
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| Another hopeless story, never read at all
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| I’m better off looking for the end, where the credits are
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| It’s a pain living life against the grain
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| I’m looking back, and y’all look the same
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| Troy, Mark, and Lil' What’s-His-Name
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| Memory is rerunning it all
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| It’s the flight of my fall,
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| and it’s right on the wall
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| I remember
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| Can you remember
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| How it was? |
| I do
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| Remember, do you?
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| I remember
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| Can you remember
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| How it was? |
| I do
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| Remember, do you?
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| I used to ride the train to the same two stops
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| And look at the graffiti on the rooftops
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| Like the same song playing on the jukebox
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| Joint called «Faded Polaroids in a Shoebox»
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| Regardless to what the cadence is
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| It can’t be forgotten, like auld acquaintances
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| I realize how depressing of a place it is
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| And, when I notice my reflection, whose face it is
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| I remember
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| Can you remember
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| How it was? |
| I do
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| Remember, do you?
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| I remember
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| Can you remember
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| How it was? |
| I do
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| Remember, do you?
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| I remember
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| Can you remember
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| How it was? |
| I do
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| Remember, do you?
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| I remember
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| Can you remember
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| How it was? |
| I do
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| Remember, do you?
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| It’s only human to express the way you really feel
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| But that same humanity is my Achilles' heel
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| A leopard can’t change its spots, and never will
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| So I’m forever ill
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| , now, I can never chill
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| What’s keeping me from breaking out, like Benadryl
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| When my baptism of fire resulted in a kill
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| Sometimes, it’s as cut-and-dry as a business deal
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| You gotta cause the blood of a close friend to spill
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| But you remember still |