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2004 was a better year.
Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
In my heart is [ still ] the five of us
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses.
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*sigh*
yeah.
Breakfast Clubbers for life.
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