i made a list of everything i wanted to see before i left here.
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i think i forgot to put you on it.
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what would you say if i left without saying good bye.
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i can imagine your face with a smile and a thought of "i'm glad."
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maybe you'll get your wish. maybe your shooting star will crash down on you
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and burn that wish into your skin.
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so you'll show it with disgraceful pride that makes the hair on my arms
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stand up.
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and i'll run from you. and i'll run to you. pull me in.
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don't let me end what could be something so great that i would be blinded by
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its beauty.
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please don't let me leave without saying good bye. please don't let me
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leave.
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A Burn Covered With A Smile
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