It was me who called and hung up-
But you already knew, like you always do.
Just like I know you're just happy it's over now;
well I guess I am too...
I just wish... we could pass on the street
And meet again-for the first time-
but this time as friends.
And I know how you hate to hear me cry,
And that's why
I don't come around... anymore.
I still believe in
The greatness of life;
there's nothing I would change-
Except this thing:
We would pass on the street
and meet again...for the first time
This time as friends.
And we would say everything
we said then- but this time,
we'd just stay friends.
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