| Just think I just threw out everything that I own
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| It’s easier to not remember
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| But here I am, still got your pictures on my phone
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| On my phone, lookin' at them when I’m all alone
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| You’re doin' good and I’m doin' fine
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| Now I’m doin' great, but you’re on my mind
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| We’re better this way, maybe we’re better this way
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| Tell me why is that so hard to say?
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| You’re not mine and I’m not yours
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| But I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| Turn back the clock, baby, I’ll be so much better
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| We could be better
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| You’re not mine and I’m not yours
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| But I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| Turn back the clock, baby, I’ll be so much better
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| We could be better
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| I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| I wish we could, and I think we should
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| I remember lookin' at you, wanting you to touch
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| But not too much, I don’t wanna go too far and it cost up (yeah)
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| You put your arm across my back, left to right shoulder
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| And you kissed me, do you remember?
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| Do you remember my heart beatin' through my chest for you
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| For the first time?
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| Do you remember feelin' my heart beat through my chest for you?
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| You’re not mine and I’m not yours
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| But I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| Turn back the clock, baby, I’ll be so much better
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| We could be better
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| You’re not mine and I’m not yours
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| But I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| Turn back the clock, baby, I’ll be so much better
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| We could be better
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| Turn back the clock, baby, I’ll be so much better
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| Better, better, better
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| Turn back the clock, baby, I’ll be so much better
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| Better, better
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| You’re not mine and I’m not yours
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| But I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| Turn back the clock, baby, I’ll be so much better
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| We could be better
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| You’re not mine and I’m not yours
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| But I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| You’re not mine and I’m not yours
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| But I wish you were, and I wish I was
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| Do you remember my heart beatin' through my chest for you
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| For the first time?
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| Do you remember feelin' my heart beat through my chest for you? |