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You walk back into my life suddenly I'm sixteen again and you're my whole world except you can't be I have a boyfriend you have a girlfriend this can't be the end of our french film where we finally find each other we missed so many moments distance poor timing poor judgment always something in our way Steve sleeping in the room you have a new girlfriend we missed isn't it too late now? three years later. I'm sixteen again and afraid I'll love you again afraid you'll hurt me again when I know you're leaving the province there will be ocean between us this time will I regret you regret doing what I have yet to do or regret doing what I never did you were always my melody and I your muse you left and took my music with you and you just keep playing our song suddenly sixteen again and you're singing just for me Safe and sound in phone lines but here I am now lying in another guys bed thinking of us. We were wrong we were sixteen and stupid we'll never make it to that place and my guitar needs new strings.
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Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 5:47 AM UTC
Sixteen again.
You walk back into my life suddenly I'm sixteen again and you're my whole world except you can't be I have a boyfriend you have a girlfriend this can't be the end of our french film where we finally find each other we missed so many moments distance poor timing poor judgment always something in our way Steve sleeping in the room you have a new girlfriend we missed isn't it too late now? three years later. I'm sixteen again and afraid I'll love you again afraid you'll hurt me again when I know you're leaving the province there will be ocean between us this time will I regret you regret doing what I have yet to do or regret doing what I never did you were always my melody and I your muse you left and took my music with you and you just keep playing our song suddenly sixteen again and you're singing just for me Safe and sound in phone lines but here I am now lying in another guys bed thinking of us. We were wrong we were sixteen and stupid we'll never make it to that place and my guitar needs new strings.
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Canadian
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 5:47 AM UTC
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