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I've run out of complicated theories
So now I'm taking back my words
and I'm preparing for the breakdown

Your t-shirt's lost its smell of you
And the bathroom's still a mess
Remind me why we decided this was for the best
I know the distance is a factor
But I stretch as often as I can
My goal's to reach your hands any day now
Please don't blame me for trying
To fix this one last time
I have a hard time as it is
Don't act like you don't know me
It's still me I never changed
I'll be here when you come back

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