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# Going to his funeral would make his death too real |
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# You're making it so easy for me to hate you |
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# All she can hear are his footsteps |
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# All it took you to get me was one look |
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# They say I hang on to the past but they don't see |
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# You've got me pushed against your wall |
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# She lays down her pencil and takes a first look |
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# A blanc page and a pen in her hand |
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# A blanc page and a pen in her hand |
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# But I know you can't always be near |