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Remember that night we caught fireflies in the park?You gave me butterflies.And it wasn't the last time.How about that time we laid outside until the sun came up?We both knew how we felt -- or at least I thought we did.I wish that I could find some way to say thiswithout seeming socondescendingI don't see a thingyou're no betteryou can't name a thingwrong with meMost of the time I don't even want to be here at allno, not at allI am filled with wanderlust,but I care far too muchAnd I tried so hard to make this countbut I just couldn't make you want to stayWhy'd I waste my time?I can't do thissomeone be my guideI need you on my sideI'm trying to make a change. From Letras Mania