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When this life feels incomplete |
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The front door opens to the street |
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You can find yourself not so alone |
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He's called a friend but just by name |
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The life they share is not the same |
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No one's waiting when you get home |
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Wesley, let's leave past to history |
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Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be |
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Normal things that made them laugh |
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Each like teenage photographs |
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Better left boxed up on shelves alone |
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Wesley, let's leave past to history |
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Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be |
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No, no, no |
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When this life feels incomplete |
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The front door opens to the street |
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And you can find yourself not so alone |
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Wesley, let's leave past to history |
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Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be |
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Oh, Wesley, let's leave past to memory |
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Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be |
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Oh, no, oh, no |
