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Dear, we grew up on lows and highs
We pretend the middle isn't there
But I want to care

My dear, now feels like static in the air
They say just give a spark you can become a flame
But do we dare?

Dearest, we've almost seen it die
With just your tear
Bring all my fear

Oh dear, did we grow up to say hello's and goodbye's?
Nearly smoldered out and colder now
But maybe some air, need only a breeze

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