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I'm wondering if my thoughts of her |
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Have ever crossed her thoughts of me |
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And if they're half as clear as mine |
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And if there'll ever be a time |
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For us to journey once again |
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As lovers and as trusted friends |
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What if the best is yet to come |
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And this was only the first part run |
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Get a hold of yourself |
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Don't worry about the aftermath |
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There is no one after you |
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Or on your back |
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Get a hold of yourself |
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Don't worry about the aftermath |
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There is no one after you |
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There is no one after you |
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There is no one after you |
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But the everyday just can't compete |
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With the beauty of a polaroid |
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Where the fairytale endures complete |
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And her eyes are always full of joy |
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Like a frozen glimpse of butterflies |
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On a colourized celluloid sky |
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She waves her cheerful last goodbye |
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And begs for me to let passed things slide |
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Get a hold of yourself |
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And don't worry about the aftermath |
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Cause there is no one after you |
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No one on your back |
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Get a hold of yourself |
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And don't worry about the aftermath |
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There is no one after you |
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There is no one after you |
