He's glancing at her from across the room that's barely lit enough
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For anyone attending the event who notice that he was
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For if he made it know that he wished that he'd never left her
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Then buried feelings of regret would surely soon emerge
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So he'll take the pain
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And push it away
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Cause he knows he'll never forget
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He let her go
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And lost his only chance to know
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What they could be
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So many months have come and passed he tries his very best to keep
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Away the maybes and what ifs that plague his mind when not asleep
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And for this reason dreams he frequents to his best ability
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Cause dreams prove to present are far more appealing reality
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So he'll take the pain
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And push it away
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Cause he knows he'll never forget
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He let her go
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And lost his only chance to know
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What they could be
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For the rest of his life
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He'll live with this
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Knowing that he gave up all he really wanted
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So he'll take the pain
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And push it away
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He let her go
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And lost his only chance to know
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What they could be
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And for the rest of his life
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He'll live with this
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Knowing that he gave up all he really wanted
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And Denver miles are what separate them
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This blame trail leads to his doorstep
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And though he's tried
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He knows he won't forget
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She's My Rushmore, Max
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| Junior Doctor |
