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Try to catch these swings, my love |
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Before these petals fall to earth |
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Exposed and wilted in the wind |
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You know I gave my heart to him |
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But last, I'm finding out last |
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Crawling in, crawling in |
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Last, I'm finding out last |
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I am so far from lost |
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I catch your face in shapes of rain |
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And in the nights when you're away |
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Nobody told me it was this hard |
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I search for words that shape these charms |
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But last, I'm finding out last |
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Crawling in, crawling in |
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Last, I'm finding out last |
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Crawling in, crawling in |
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Last, I'm finding out last |
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Crawling in, crawling in |
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Last, I'm finding out last |
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I am so far from lost, lost, lost |
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I'm so far from lost, lost, lost |
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I thank you so much, much, much |
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I'm so far from lost, lost, lost |
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So try to catch these swings, my love |
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Before these petals score the earth |
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Exposed and wilted in the dry, dry wind |
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Before I gave my heart |