Sometimes I miss the old way. It had its troubles and it would all break down eventually. But I miss it anyway.
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Tonight while walking by the water, by bricks, I thought I'd see you and me coming up the other way. Warmer night, ice cream in hand, thick into summer. And if I had, I would only be able to hold us and say, I know what happens. Keep going.
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