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i haven't talked to my friends in a whilei haven't talked to my friends in a while, I've been starting to wonder when they'd start to mind. it's often that it all comes to my mind... if only there were cameras in the streets, we could hold a matinee of highlights of those nights you spent with me. Oh, I couldn't make it up, we never had to try, so how did we lose touch? Or why? i haven't talked to my friends in a while, i've been starting to wonder when they'll start to mind. making an effort to mark out a little time. imagine it; a backyard fire pit. we're climbing the rooftops, but don't jump down. there's plenty of pathways around this town and i'm sure we walked them all, every single step, until we packed it up and we left. i haven't talked to my friends in a while, i've been starting to wonder when they'll start to mind. making an effort to mark out some time for the people who've meant a whole lot in my life. i need you to know that i will never mind how long it's been since i've seen you. now that you know that, will you make some time for me when i come home?
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 everything’s okay (until it’s not) are you feeling all right? because i’m pretty scared but i’ll put on my brave face, head out of my safe place if you’ll meet me there. i’ll assure you we’re fine although i’m not sure myself but as long as i have you, someone to hold onto, then all will be well. it seems like when the pieces start to fit just as they should, that’s when it all falls apart. you’ve got to suffer through the bad to appreciate the good. i was afraid to restart. i tried alone with no success but with some help i found what i needed. you will fall down, but will you get back up? i wish you enough. yeah i wish you enough for when the foundation cracks and it’s starting to rot or when your river begins to dry up but it’s all that you’ve got. at the end of this valley there’s a hill we can climb to the top. don't worry; everything’s okay until it’s not, but we’ll be okay again.
 this is not a race this is no race. i have not won nor placed. i listen not to social ranking. i am no disgrace. my humble life is mine for me. i am not anything. we’re living well, we’ve seen the tops of trees with leaves of green, though we’re selfish enough not to see the desparate searching for a hand to reach. we are not anything. now every week i think of what this means, at least to me. i realize while my actions aren’t unique, at least i speak with honesty; i want to be something. a legend told, the kind one strives to be, so i’m certain now i will start making steps to succeed with intent clean,with motives set on ‘meant to be’ we all will be something. with each of our steps we’ll measure our success. no, this is not a race but we’re still making progress to find where we fit, where we thrive and learn from our mistakes. everybody gets their break and if our sails don’t find wind, we don’t know where to begin, at least know come morning we’ll set sail again. for now we can rest and quietly repeat ‘i will be something’. i know i am something.
 cabin in the woods i said i would wait (why wait?) but i can’t wait too long, ‘cause this city is slowly killing me with it’s cold stares and it’s concrete. oh, i’ll just try to breathe ‘cause i know that my future is filled with forest days and weeks where a fireside hammock is where i sleep. so i’d like to know, have you thought about leaving town? i think you should build a cabin in the woods. oh, what an escape! why can’t this be my every day? i can’t wait (why wait?) until i open my eyes to a tree lined sunrise every time i wake. you can’t evade fate. i know that eventually it’s what i need but there is no other place that makes me feel at home, so i’d like to know, have you thought about leaving town? i think we should, we could build a cabin in the woods. a place to go when we need a little quiet and some peace and when all of this is through i hope that’s what we do. away i go. have you thought about leaving town? i think we should. we could build a cabin in the woods where we can go when we need a little quiet and some peace and when all of this is through i’m sure that’s what we’ll do. away i go. have you thought about leaving town? i think we should.
 crash into your love i like the Goonies, you’re more Indiana Jones. we still both liked old movies on our nights at home. and when we ended things our differences outweighed the reasons we worked out so well in our early days. but there was a time i felt so strong that i wrote you a song but now the words i wrote are wrong, that “we’re connected by something, i feel it stretching when you run and when you come home to me i crash into your love. i swear that when you miss me when i’m gone i feel the tug of you pulling on that something. i can’t wait to crash into your love.” and now i wish that all was still true, but now i don’t feel a thing from you. you went away for thirty days (a first for us) where you met him and did the things that tore me up. and when it happened i swear i could feel the pain. before you came home, before you spoke i knew you’d changed. we were connected by something, i felt it stretching when you’d run, and when you’d come home to me i’d crash into your love. i swear that when you missed me when i was gone i felt the tug of you pulling on that something. i couldn’t wait to crash into your love. that was all true, so why can’t i forget you. why do i think about and miss you. i know i had flaws, i’m well aware that i still do and there were things i should have done to prove to you that i saw futures, i saw best friends growing old. i know i messed that up. i’m sorry, i hope you know. that was all true, so i don’t know why i don’t hate you. why do i think about and miss you? i don’t hate you but i should. oh, we could have been so good.
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