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Mark the calendar for May |
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Wasn't May the month we started? |
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To stick around for magnet compatibility |
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I'll offer up my cue, it's been too long my dear |
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This sickening dance |
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I've got the calluses to prove to you that I've been bruising too |
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This is it, we can't get back what went away |
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Locked to our hopes for something new |
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That's all you get |
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A shining image of yourself flawed by mistakes you never made |
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There's nothing left but a few words when passing by |
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You can't admit that there's nothing to say |
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I wish you were more than just a hobby to me |
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(We could stop or move on, a month or two to be together) |
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And when you let me go you led me into... |
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(Why can't I want more than just...) |
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Your warping vision of the way we'll be once we get so lonely |
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This is it, a final plea for leniency |
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Can't wait around for something new |
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That's all you get |
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A buried memory of me locked on our slow and tired dance |
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There's nothing left |
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Twelve frozen months did melt away |
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Is this how it had to be |
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I'd say I do, I wish you'd say |
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I'd say I do, I wish you'd say |
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I'd say I do, I wish you'd say it too |