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remember how they always seemed to know |
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we had the forest in our eyes |
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but the earth was in our clothes |
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and they thought we'd fall |
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not at all |
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so look back on the treasured days |
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we were young in a world that was so tired |
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though it's not what we wanted before |
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even the saints had to crawl from the floor |
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summers when the money was gone you'd sing |
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all you're little songs |
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that meant every thing to me |
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and i'll remember you |
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and the things that we used to do |
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and the things that we used to say |
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i'll remember you always |
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remember how they tried to hold you down |
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and we climbed those towers |
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and looked down upon our town |
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and everything you hoped would last |
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just always becomes your past (it hurts) |
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summers when the money was gone you'd sing |
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all your little songs that meant everything to me |
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but then this world |
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slipped through my fingers |
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and even the sun seemed tired |
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i still cared |
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as i lowered you down |
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my heart just jaded |
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in that moment the earth made no sound |
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but you were there |
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you helped me lift my pain into the air |
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if it don't hurt you |
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it wont hurt me |
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it don't hurt me |
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then it wont hurt you |
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if it don't hurt you |
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it wont hurt me i know |