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walking home in the freezing rain was never the samewithout your fog to chasecasting your shadows on the friends in frames so easily replacedlike a girl that's half your agedon't wait for thistrading pictures to siphon off a kissour history books can't recreate the pastcause we're not coming back to what we leftI swore on my grave I'd love youtill the matter left to lovewas weaving the weeds abovebut your planting the seed behind my backkilling the roots I thought we hadstealing my sun, I want him backdon't wait for thistrading pictures to siphon off a kissour history books can't recreate the pastcause we're not coming back to what we left From Letras Mania