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At this party I'm dodging your eyes, looking over once more
The night is cold and everyone around looks like they've been here before
And it's weird to see you happy and drinking
Too many shots and you were back at thirteen crying in the kitchen
I know midnights remind you of me
But your new girl, she's so pretty
I'm not "your person"
Take back those words, I'm dying to let this go
And don't approach me with some poetic bullshit letter that you wrote
It'll never come close to that feeling we called
Home
You're familiar with a kind, gentle smile and the same quiet eyes
Used to walk me home down Elly Road under calm autumn skies
Now it's strange that you probably say her name when you're laughing
I know I could pick out your voice through the noise of Manhattan
The moon makes you think of me
But your new girl, she's so sunny
I'm not "your person"
Take back those words I'm dying to let this go
And don't you send me some lovelorn secret letter that you wrote
It'll never come close to that feeling we called
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