| After school, walking home
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| Fresh dirt under my fingernails
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| And I can smell hot asphalt
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| Cars screech to a halt to let me pass
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| And I cannot remember
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| What life was like through photographs
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| Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past
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| And sometimes it’s a sad song
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| But I, cannot forget
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| Refuse to regret
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| So glad I met you and
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| Take my breath away
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| Make everyday
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| Worth all of the pain that I have gone through
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| And mama, I’ve been crying
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| Cause things ain’t how they used to be
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| She said the battle’s almost won
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| And we’re only several miles from the sun
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| Now, moving on, down my street
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| I see people I won’t ever meet
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| Think of her, take a breath
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| Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps
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| And sometimes it’s a sad song
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| But I, cannot forget
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| Refuse to regret
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| So glad I met you and
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| Take my breath away
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| Make everyday
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| Worth all of the pain that I have gone through
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| And mama, I’ve been crying
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| Cause things ain’t how they used to be
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| She said the battle’s almost won
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| And we’re only several miles from the sun
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| The rhythm of her conversation
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| The perfection of her creation
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| The sex she slipped into my coffee
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| The way she felt when she first saw me
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| Hate to love and love to hate her
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| Like a broken record player
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| Back and forth and here and gone
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| And on and on and on and on
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| I cannot forget
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| Refuse to regret
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| So glad I met you and
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| Take my breath away
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| Make everyday
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| Worth all of the pain that I have gone through
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| And mama, I’ve been crying
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| Cause things ain’t how they used to be
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| She said the battle’s almost won
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| And we’re only several miles
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| She said the battle’s almost won
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| And we’re only several miles from the sun
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| Yeah, oh oh, yeah |