Well, Today is the 15th.
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And you know what that means,
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Time to sit and go through boxes of old pictures.
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See if I can bring myself to,
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The brink of giving up,
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I never follow through, you tell me all the time.
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Spend my days looking back,
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And I wonder if you're looking up,
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From underneath someone who is able to be, everything that I'm not.
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I'm visiting that grave,
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And the epitaph has already been chiseled in my mind,
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I'm breaking it all down right now,
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The way I should have let you go,
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And let you ruin one life instead of two.
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I'll spend tonight by myself,
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For the first time, I'll try to look ahead,
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And find something that,
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Isn't doomed like we were,
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Now all I need,
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Is a second chance.
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Spend my days looking back,
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And I wonder if you're looking up,
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From underneath someone who is able to be, everything that I'm not.
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Phone Call From Poland
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Bayside |