So long, lost loves.
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I haven't forgotten you, just yet.
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I hung your picture before I knew, next to scenes set in golden hues.
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Your face, still drifting inside my head.
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The weight is gone, heavy words that I could have said.
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I sang instead when other girls only cried.
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I called it grace.
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I am a mindless child.
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But I said: He's treating me right.
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You're gone.
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What's left?
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Memories of greater days just bang.
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Look on, you say.
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Build together the obvious clues.
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Taught you: skip the series of laid out rules.
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Go sing outside, as clouds raining spark the night.
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That's how we met.
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Was it the greatest day of this life?
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I said: (S)he's treating me right.
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We're just a little bit lost inside our houses.
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We're just a little unkept out in the streets.
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But I won't ever pass up a second to tell you replacement's a myth.
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'Cause I know when the kids are all grown we will still have this blue and gold print.
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Blue And Gold Print
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| Mates Of State |
