I found the picture of us in the yard;
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somethings are lost and somethings (I guess) get found.
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You had that shirt on--you loved the Cars.
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You always wore it. I never got that sound.
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You had that cat... Just what was its name?
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I can't remember. It's not important now.
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I never wonder where you are now.
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I just forgot it. Maybe I should write shit down?
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Was that the day I lost your keys
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when we were stoned at the beach?
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Maybe someday you'll let me know.
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There was a summer, dazed in the sun
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until September... Its not important now.
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When was your birthday? Pearl Harbor Day?
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And I forgot it. Next time I'll write it down.
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I hate nostagia. It tries too hard
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to remember only the easy parts.
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Now I wonder where you are now.
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I can't forget it. Now that I wrote it down?
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Was that the day my calls were screened
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(I saw the caller ID)?
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Was that the day that I was seen
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kissing your friend on 3rd Street?
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I never thought that I was mean.
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How could I have not seen?
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Maybe someday I'll let you know.
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That was the day, that was the scene.
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I just rewrote the ending.
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When Is Pearl Harbor Day?
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| Sunday's Best |
