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Too much of anything is too much 
Too much love can be too much 
We had too much time 
Too much us 
So we fought like tomorrow was promised 

I admit I'm still watching the days go by  
And sleeping alone is starting to break me down


I need to find a reason to feel 
Like everything was meant to be let go 
Take it slow 
Cause I can't be on my own

I miss us...

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