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And each and every day will lead in to tomorrow, |
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We live on front porches and swing life away, |
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The awful truth is i prefer math over boys |
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I like dead end signs, |
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I counted seasons 'till the fall |
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I just need a little recognition, |
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It was you and me |
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So to hell with holiday romantics |
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You know what, i don't know what i want |
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And its all too complicated when |