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I love your imperfections |
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Somewhere between all our laughs, |
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It happens to other people, |
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It hurts knowing i have to let go, |
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How did you get to me? |
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And your regrets, |
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It hurts so much to love you the way i do, and then look at you and realize, |
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I live in notes & photographs & everything I'm |