| Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The summer of '09
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| Back where, lovers love divine
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| I still remember you there on my window
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| Your hair blowing in the sky
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| We've grown up since then
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| You visit through my pen and through my tears
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| And I recall what we once were
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| If paper planes could fly we would never hit the ground
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| Used to ricochet my mind, every winter in July
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| We've grown up since then
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| You visit through my pen
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| Through the eyes of our old friends
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| And my voice when I pretend
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| Kumbaya, we're both livin' in pieces, pieces
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| Have your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah
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| Kumbaya, we're both livin' in pieces, pieces
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| Have your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah
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| You're so far away, but your memory remains
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| In my brain, tucked under some painful things
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| You're so far away but when someone drops your name
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| You come pourin' through my veins
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| Like that Hollywood cocaine
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| Kumbaya, we're both livin' in pieces, pieces
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| Have your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah
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| Kumbaya, we're both livin' in pieces, pieces
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| Have your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah
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| You still come up over coffee
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| Only sorry that I ain't sorry
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| Kumbaya, we're both livin' in pieces, pieces
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| Have your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah
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| Kumbaya, we're both livin' in pieces, pieces
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| Have your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah |