Is this starting to make sense
Bring all your pennies to the five and dime
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Say the things I want to hear
but don`t the things we say
That kind of talk is for phone calls at 4am and mix tape nostalgia
It`s to quiet
Every word means something different
We`ll recover like a brick to the face
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