Ordinary Days

My hands are shaking from carrying this torch, from carrying this torch for you.

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We like the same things and I like your style.

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Love, love in a trashcan.

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And the Reeboks with the straps.

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They say that people who live next to waterfalls don’t hear the water.

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Old habits die hard when you got a sentimental heart.

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Change is hard, I should know.

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You couldn’t lose me if you tried.

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The more you read, though, the more you’ll see that literature is actually about losers.

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