I'm writing you a letter
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At least I'm trying to
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But I hatei¡í¢¯ every single
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Wordi¡í¢¯ I choose
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I tore up lots of paper
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Full of things i thought i meant
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That never would have wound up getting sent
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I keep coming back
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toi¡í¢¯ these four words
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I keep writing them
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Over and over
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No you, no me
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Its a stupid kind of thing to say
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I hopei¡í¢¯ u get what I mean
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And its ok
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That I miss you more than Im suppose to
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Its hard to be no you, no me
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Your address is Orlando
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Where u always liked the sun
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Remember how we planned to go there once?
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So many mischances are all I think about
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Im living most with what I live without.
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Whats it feel like to read these lines,
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Standing there in the Florida sunshine?
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No you, no me
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Its a stupid kind of thing to say
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I hopei¡í¢¯ u get what I mean
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And its ok
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That I miss you more than Im suppose to
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Its hard to be no you, no me
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I keep coming back
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toi¡í¢¯ these four words
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I keep writing them
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Over and over
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Yeah
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Whats it feel like to read these lines,
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Standing there in the Florida sunshine?
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No you, no me
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Its a stupid kind of thing to say
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I hopei¡í¢¯ u get what I mean
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And its ok
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If I miss you more than Im suppose to
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Its hard to be no you, no me
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No You No Me
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| One Less Reason |