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I guess I can't believe you really came |
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And that we're sitting on this pier |
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See, I'm smiling |
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That means I'm happy that you're here |
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I stole this sweater from a costume shop |
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It makes me look like Daisy Mae |
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See, we're laughing |
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I think we're gonna be okay |
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I mean, we'll have to try a little harder |
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And bend things to and fro |
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To make this love as special |
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As it was five years ago |
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I mean, you made it to Ohio! |
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Who knows where else we can go |
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I think you're really gonna like this show |
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I'm pretty sure it doesn't suck |
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See, you're laughing and I'm smiling |
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By a river in Ohio |
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And you're mine |
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We're doing fine |
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I think we both can see what could be better |
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I'll own when I was wrong |
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With all we've had to go through |
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We'll end up twice as strong |
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And so we'll start again this weekend |
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And just keep rolling along |
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I didn't know you had to go so soon |
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I thought we had a little time |
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Look, whatever, if you have to |
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Then you have to, so whatever |
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It's all right |
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We'll have tonight |
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You know what makes me crazy? |
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I'm sorry, can I say this? |
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You know what makes me nuts? |
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The fact that we could be together |
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Here together |
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Sharing our night |
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Spending our time |
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And you are gonna choose someone else to be with |
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No, you are |
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Yes, Jamie, that's exactly what you're doing: |
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You could be here with me |
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Or be there with them |
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As usual, guess which you pick |
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No, Jamie, you do not have to go to another party |
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With the same twenty jerks you already know |
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You could stay with your wife on her f**king birthday |
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And you could, God forbid, even see my show |
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And I know in your soul it must drive you crazy |
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That you won't get to play with your little girlfriends |
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No, I'm not, no I'm not! |
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And the point is, Jamie, |
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That you can't spend a single day that's not about |
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You and you and nothing but you |
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\"Mahvelous\" novelist, you! |
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Isn't he wonderful, just twenty-eight |
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The savior of writing |
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You and you and nothing but you |
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Miles and piles of you |
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Pushing through windows and bursting through walls |
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En route to the sky |
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And I... |
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I swear to God I'll never understand |
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How you can stand there straight and tall |
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And see I'm crying |
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And not do anything at all |
