We'll make our agreements,
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About when to meet,
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And I'll leave you in the doorway,
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The cold evening aches,
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As it leaves in its wake,
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All the memories left by the day,
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And I'm questioning why,
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As you look to the sky,
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That it's cloudless up above our heads,
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And thoughts come to mind,
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that our short little lives,
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Haven't left the path that they will tread,
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They will tread
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I come back to haunt you,
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Memories will taunt you,
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And I will try to love you,
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It's not like I'm above you,
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The wisdom we learn as our minds,
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They do burn'll,
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Entice the naivety in youth,
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As adults will grow and maturity shows,
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The terrifying rarity of truth,
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As you turn to your mind,
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And your thoughts they rewind,
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To old happenings and things that are done,
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You can't find what's passed,
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Make that happiness last,
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Seeing from those eyes what you become,
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Well you become
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I come back to haunt you,
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Memories will taunt you,
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And I will try to love you,
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It's not like I'm above you,
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I will see you there,
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See you there,
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See you there,
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I'll come back to haunt,
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Memories will taunt you,
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And I will try to love you,
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It's not like I'm above you
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