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Nineteen ninety-two
Was the year I first met you
There could not have been
A dark cloud in the sky
The forecast was wrong
CUT TO:
Two thousand-two
I came across a picture of you
Standing next to someone
I donât recognize
It turned out to be me
Iâll make my peace
With you, not tonight
Put it off
If I can get away with it
I set fire to you belonging
Moving on and up
I canât deal with that
I couldnât burn my
most precious memory
Some sentimental side of me
Canât go through with it
Burning my most favorite photo of us
Oh how my eyes are sensitive
to light
Youâre still the brightest light in my universe
We were together
but now forever
The remains of us stain
this picture frame
I couldnât burn my
most precious memory
Some spiteful switch in me
Might set a match to it
Burning my most favorite photo of us
Thereâs no need to discuss
There is no future for us
Way past the point of no return
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