This is something I will never say to you;
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You've heard it all before.
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The way I feel about those times that I once cried,
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a thousand times before.
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Summer's here and I will never speak to you.
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These precious memories and the way you thought
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you'd be from the first time I saw your face,
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to the last time I was in this place.
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You had it all together then until you sold it all to heroin.
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And now im giving up.
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I wish I could just say those things you told me
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once before about not giving up.
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I miss you now you've died in dreams a thousand times before.
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Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good friend.
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But only in dreams, I drip dry tears; when will I see you again?
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I'll never see you again.
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Summer's gone and I will never speak to you.
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With a needle in your arm and the red light on,
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would you clean up for a song?
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Well here it is, it's for the better, this one's for John.
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The Insurect Years
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| Face First |
