| Opening Lyrics | Song |
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| You, with words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me. | |
| Last night I heard my own heart beating. Sounded like footsteps on the stairs. | |
| Your little hand's wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight. | |
| I still remember the look on your face, bit through the darkness at 1:58. | |
| It's a sad picture. The final blow hits you. | |
| There's something 'bout the way the street looks when its just rained. | |
| We were both young when I first saw you. | |
| I could go back to every laugh, but I don't want to go there anymore. | |
| To state the obvious I didn't get my perfect fantasy. | |
| I said remember this moment in the back of my mind. | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song |
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| Tall, dark, and super manly. Puts his papers in briefcase and drives away. | |
| This is wrong but I can't help but feel like there ain't nothing more out there. | |
| Elevator buttons and morning air. Strangers' silence makes me want to take the stairs. | |
| He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame at night. | |
| Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see. | |
| The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and... | |
| The way you move is like a full on rainstorm and I'm a house of cards. | |
| Once upon a time. I believe it was a Tuesday.. | |
| She said, 'I was seven and you were nine.' | |
| I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song |
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| Say your sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. | |
| I'm so glad you made time to see me. How's life? Tell me how's your family? | |
| I am not the type of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. | |
| You were in college working part-time waiting tables. | |
| Friday night beneath the stars in a field behind your yard. | |
| He is sensible and so incredible and all my single friends are jealous. | |
| I like the way you sound in the morning. | |
| Corey's eyes are like a jungle. He smiles it's like the radio. | |
| You're on the phone with your girlfriend. She's upset. | |
| I'd never gone with the wind, just let it flow. Let it take me where it wants to go. | |
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