I wasn't worried about the small things
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Tried to bury what they might or could have meant
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And as far away as you could get, as distant as you'd ever been
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You still love me
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The book of love is fiction
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Written by the loneliest to sing
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Thinking they¡¯re doing the best
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Learning things they should forget
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Until the end
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So maybe we should plan then
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Who will go, and who will stay, and when
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Until one of us can say it like it is
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You've already made your own bed
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Can you tell me what just happened
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Where's my girlfriend with her engine pinned red light
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I pick you up on a Wednesday night
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Go out for a secret drive
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Like we were kids
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Will we be alright
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I have never doubted it before my friend
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Are they ever coming back again
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Those feelings that we started with
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I'll give it time
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So maybe we should plan then
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Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
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Until one of us can call it like it is
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You've already made your own bed
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I deserve the truth
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But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
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Finally seeing us for how it really is
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I've been alone just never noted
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Its time we had a plan then
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Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
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Until one of us can say it like it is
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You've already made your own bed
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I deserve the truth
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But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
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Finally seeing us for how it really is
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I've been alone just never noted
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Book Of Love
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| Jimmy Eat World |
