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Innocent Predictions Weighing my life at a pawn shop Finding out my worth It was the best feeling when you were with me Without you it's the worst I remember reading A letter that you wrote Again several years after You put pen to pad On Spetember fourteenth, Nineteen ninety-nine You destroyed my galss house With the softest hit I've ever had But the summer that I noved out, After fighting with my mom, I reread your past predicitons And realized that you're really never wrong I listened to your stories Hearing just your voice I make enough decisions But I never make a choise |
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