(...)
Do you ever think of me?
Do you remember all our stupid dreams?
Rainbows and pots of gold.
So much to prove before we got old.
(...)
I knew your number off by heart.
It's the only one I like to talk.
It wasn't me using you.
I trusted you; one of the few.
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And I've grown a lot since we last spoke.
Got myself together; fixed what was broke.
I wonder if we'll talk again.
Or drink together just like then.
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