I'm turning 23,
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and I never thought I'd be
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Just staring at this bucket list, untouched since I constructed it
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I've lost a part of me
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Now I'm counting up my friends
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on one single hand
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Just slurring pleas over the telephone, I'm useless when I'm on my own
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They won't understand
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And though you, you are my guide, sometimes I have to stray
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When we're together you can keep me close
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But I'll misadventure when I need it most
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When I'm no longer around,
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please don't let it hold you down
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Even with the greatest distance, I'll still cherish your existence
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You're the poem I sing out loud
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Though it's you, you are my guide, sometimes I have to stray
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When we're together you can keep me close
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But I'll misadventure when I need it most
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You'll fill my heavy heart until the very end
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Just let me disappear before we go home again
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When we're together you can keep me close
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But I'll misadventure when I need it most
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When we're together you can keep me close
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But I'll misadventure when I need it most
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Misadventure
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| Bribry |
