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I'll pretend that was your way of dropping a hint And cling on to it like kindergarteners do to their parents on the first day of school I'll probably hold on for dear life for a while But before long I'll realize school isn't so bad, and the rest of the world still has a lot to offer, so I'll  let go and never look back again, Almost as if I've forgotten you, But then you'll come back And I'll run up to you and jump in your arms as if I've been gazing out the window the whole time, waiting for your return Until next time, my friend
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
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I'll pretend that was your way of dropping a hint And cling on to it like kindergarteners do to their parents on the first day of school I'll probably hold on for dear life for a while But before long I'll realize school isn't so bad, and the rest of the world still has a lot to offer, so I'll  let go and never look back again, Almost as if I've forgotten you, But then you'll come back And I'll run up to you and jump in your arms as if I've been gazing out the window the whole time, waiting for your return Until next time, my friend
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
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