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When you were one I was minus two
I stay up late at night wondering what it means to be you
It's always inconclusive
You offer no solutions
Wrote three songs in a week about you
And the way I was torn apart completely
By the thoughtless things you'd always say
Hung what you made on my wall
Took it down (took it down)
Tore it up (tore it up)
You made me soft then you made me tough
Keep saying its okay
Keep saying its fine
I was always yours
Were you ever mine?
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