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i got a plan,
i swear i do,
i got a plan
to be with you.

i keep telling
myself it’ll be
another day i’ll
tell you how i feel,
but maybe tomorrow…

i keep telling
myself you’ll be
better off with
-out me, but the
way you see me i
can’t let you go.

i keep telling
myself we’ll be
better when we’re
older, wiser, had
more time to be
misers, forget
that way and
move on from it;
but, we’re
moving more now,
faster than
walkin’, from
where we were to
where we’ll be.

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