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It seems that every now and again

i end up missing my best friend

Kissing you in the rain

Would evaporate all of my pain

Holding your hand on a simple car ride

Makes my heart beat so fast

I feel as if I may die

I wish we could go back to those October nights

When our feelings grew stronger

And we didn't have the power to fight it back any longer

When we laughed and we played

And there were rarely any fights

Back when everything was a little more than just fine

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