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The same

In years from now
You'll remember the girl
Who wasted her life with you.

Maybe five years
You'll come to notice
That you've forgotten her name.

Maybe ten years
You'll have a family
And everything's right as rain,

Then maybe you'll remember
That in the ground,
It's not the same.





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