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One thousand three hundred and twenty-two days
Everything I said and didn’t say
With all you wish you didn’t know
Wrapped up nicely but without a bow
We’re a package deal, if you see us that way
Somehow together day after day
Even when we’re months and miles apart
Even when we break each others’ hearts
We’re a storm of the same, of fire, of wit
Always a force to be reckoned with
Things in the way of us never seem to last
And someday we’ll only have to face our past
But not today, not just yet
We still have demons, still have debts
Someday, though, you’ll see it too
One thousand three hundred and twenty-two

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