| I know you moved onto someone new
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| Hope life is beautiful
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| You were the light for me to find my truth
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| I just wanna say, thank you
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| Leaving to find my soul
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| Told her I had to go
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| And I know it ain’t pretty
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| When our hearts get broke
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| Too young to feel this old
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| Watching us both turn cold
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| Oh, I know it ain’t pretty
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| When two hearts get broke
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| Yeah, I know it ain’t pretty
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| When two hearts get broke
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| I hope someday we’ll sit down together
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| And laugh with each other about these days, these days
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| All our troubles, we’ll lay to rest and
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| We’ll wish we could come back to these days, these days
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| These days, these days
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| These days, these days
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| Three years of ups and downs
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| Nothing to show for it now
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| And I know it ain’t pretty when the fire burns out
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| Calling me when I’m drunk, remind me of what I’ve done
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| And I know it ain’t pretty when you’re trying to move on, yeah
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| I hope someday we’ll sit down together
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| And laugh with each other about these days, these days
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| All our troubles, we’ll lay to rest and
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| We’ll wish we could come back to these days, these days
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| These days, these days
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know
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| To these days, these days, oh
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| Cigarettes in the ashtray
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| Reminiscing on those past days
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| I thought you’d end up with my last name
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| But that changed
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| And I travelled around the world
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| Think where you living at now?
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| I heard you moved to Austin
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| Got an apartment and settled down
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| And every once in a while, I start texting
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| Write a paragraph, but then I delete the message
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| Think about you like a past time
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| I could cry you a river, get you baptized or
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| I wasn’t ready to act right
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| Used to always think I’d get you back, right
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| They say that things fall apart
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| We were gonna move to Brooklyn
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| You were gonna study art
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| Love is just a tool
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| To remind us who we are
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| And that we are not alone
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| When we’re walking in the dark
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| I hope someday we’ll sit down together
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| And laugh with each other about these days, these days
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| All our troubles, we’ll lay to rest and
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| We’ll wish we could come back to these days, these days
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| We’ll wish we could come back to these days, these days |