| Ripin apart the stitches I see the sketches of what we used to be
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| Of what we used to see when we layed in the shade
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| All the love we made must of left a stain
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| A trace, a place, for we to be, to greed, to bloom, to leave, the leaves in
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| fact they come in the spring to grow again
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| The tree we signed our names on that tree see?
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| Payable way in April, May say baby will you stay? |
| Whoa! |
| Whoa!
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| Living in the giving of the days gone by when you and I were higher than the
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| ceiling under heaven, felling still here from the days back when.
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| Nothing could ever dim the rays of the sun
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| Blue skies 21 guns Saluting, polluting up the sky. |
| aiming high at you and I!
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| We nood, we lead, we’re free. |
| Aren’t we still free? |
| Baby don’t let it in
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| One more chance, one more dance, one more chance don’t let it in.
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| I remember when I used to play the fool for you. |
| you’d laugh but now you cry.
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| But I still remembered when we’d fly. |
| You and I running though strawberry
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| fields up the hill, I feel your body in the creeks. |
| Smell the sweet daffodils
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| Baby breath something left. |
| Have we got? |
| Don’t we have a good thing?
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| A ring of hope I cope I rope. |
| This I ask don’t let it in
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| One more chance, one more dance, one more chance, don’t let it in.
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| Remember when we used to roller skate? |
| Lemonade pink like your lips.
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| We sink our hips to the one. |
| How could it come? |
| You without me?
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| Didn’t you say you could never be without me? |