| I was 17 and he was too,
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| the best of friends we made it through together,
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| whatever came our way.
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| He saw me cry but he made me laugh.
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| Probably did things we shouldn’t have,
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| but I’d never take them back.
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| Sitting here missin' him, wondering how he’s been
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| since then
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| Sometimes he’ll cross my mind, takes me back to that time
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| And I wonder if,
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| What if we kept our promises?
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| What if we never did forget?
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| What if we meant all the beautiful things we said?
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| What if he made me, made me stay?
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| And he was still mine today
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| What if we could, forgive and rebegin
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| and be 17 again
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| ohh
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| We’d sit by the fire and kiss too long,
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| then he’d play guitar and I’d sing along.
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| I swear the sound was magic to me
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| And I didn’t care if we were all we had
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| Say «I love you» with the squeeze of my hand
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| Back before, growing up began
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| And now I sit here missing him, wondering how he’s been
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| since then
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| Sometimes he’ll cross my mind, takes me back to that time
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| And I wonder if,
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| What if we kept our promises?
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| What if we never did forget?
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| What if we meant all the beautiful things we said? |
| What if he made me, made me stay?
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| And he was still mine today
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| What if we could, forgive and rebegin
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| and be 17 again
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| woah,
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| I’ve never hurt and I’ve never loved again like that
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| If the first real love you have, is actually the last
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| then I can’t talk about us
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| What if we kept our promises?
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| What if we never did forget?
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| What if we meant all the beautiful things we said?
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| What if he made me, made me stay?
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| And he was still mine today
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| What if we could, forgive and rebegin
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| and be 17 again
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| oh, ooh |