The moment we forgot we were just good friends,
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I moved my arm, her face went red again.
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One more bus home, another silent weekend.
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You said love was painted gold,
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Like all things growing old,
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The paint peels and slowly falls.
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You already know.
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You already know.
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You already know.
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Lookin' out the glass so we sit together.
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We both know we could be someone better.
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Not with our heads like London weather.
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We said love was painted gold,
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Like all things growing old,
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The paint peels and slowly falls.
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You already know.
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You already know.
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You already know.
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You already know.
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You Already Know
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
