| I’m sorry to bring this up again old guy
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| When you had to leave
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| And I said goodbye to you
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| From between the avenue
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| Ad the tree, the one that blocks the window view
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| And me
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| I think back to some of the things I said that one night
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| Like that you weren’t with your family anymore
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| It was mean, it wasn’t right
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| But I was a stupid baby back then
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| I was scared
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| I didn’t know how to love you
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| Didn’t realize how much you cared about me
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| I loved you
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| I loved you
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| This is yours
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| Yours:
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| The red world
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| The corresponding breezes
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| They’ll go on
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| But we don’t
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| I waved goodbye to you that day
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| From the parking lot in the alleyway
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| I remember feeling terrified
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| Not knowing if you’d come back
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| But you did, and we tried
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| But later that fall I walked the sad stretch of my mind
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| And said, no we can’t go on, we’ve gotta leave this behind
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| I thought it to myself at the windowsill
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| As I looked out onto the tree, the church, the chill…
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| The leaves had all fallen off
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| That tree was dead
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| The neighbors, the whole town they’d gone to bed
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| We sat on the floor and waited for your car to arrive
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| And we said goodbye, and we cried
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| The church bell stopped
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| Time was dead
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| The neighbors, the whole town had gone to bed
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| Our sweethearts knew, our sisters knew too
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| And we knew
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| We knew
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| This is yours
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| Yours:
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| The red world
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| The corresponding breezes
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| They’ll go on
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| But we won’t
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| We are done
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| This is yours
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| Yours:
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| The dead world
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| The corresponding dead breezes
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| They’ll go on
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| But we don’t |