Well it was Thursday when you opened the door
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walked right out
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and shut it in my face.
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And you told me that I was a waste
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of your time.
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Well on Friday I was dying in bed
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alone in my head
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but sleeping with your ghost.
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And then Saturday came
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and the world looked the same again.
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But I wipe my tears on Sunday morning
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saw the girl in the mirror I thought you¡¯d stolen
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from me.
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And I picked her up and put her together
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so you¡¯d never tell her not to buddy
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with me.
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So on Monday I went to the park and
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buried your memories under
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the slide.
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And by Tuesday you were so far from my mind
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I was laughing.
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And the sun came out on Wednesday morning
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kissed my forehead and I wasn¡¯t dreaming
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either.
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Cause it was real
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and I knew I¡¯d never be alone again
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because I had me
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together.
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Well on Friday I was dying in bed
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alone in my head
|
but sleeping with your ghost.
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And then Saturday came
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and the world looked the same again.
|
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But I wipe my tears on Sunday morning
|
saw the girl in the mirror I thought you¡¯d stolen
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from me.
|
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And I picked her up and put her together
|
so you¡¯d never tell her not to buddy
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with me.
|
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And the sun came out on Wednesday morning
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kissed my forehead and I wasn¡¯t dreaming
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either.
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Well it was real
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and I knew I¡¯d never be alone again
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because I had me
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together.
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*Katy whistles*
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I so can¡¯t whistle
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Sunday
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| Katy Rose |
