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a couple months back we both would have laughed /
at the thought that we could go weeks without talking /
but another calendar page has turned / and i'm already forgetting the sound of your voice
now i'm fighting paranoia / did these thoughts really happen /
did these moments exist / were they moments to you
and now time steals the details and i cling tight to the thought of you

the reality of distance is we're inclined to drift /
and the faces seem to blur but the memories stay clear /
and i see a distorted image just before you disappear /
oh i don't like you hazy / i'd rather have you near

and i don't think one of us is more to blame /
this is the sort of thing that happens no matter how good things were /
but i will fight to hold tight to the past we've made /
and all that i can ask is that you fight the same

i will fight to hold tight to the past we've made /
all that i can ask is that you fight the same

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