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I'll write home when I find Paradise,
But, if I know me, it'll only be to tell you that I told you so
And I went completely soft and lame
When I noticed how the picture frame made you hover like a ghost
When you ran your fingers through your hair, I could see your roots
And I wondered how you stayed so small, but, fuck it all,
If you didn't find a way to fill the room
I looked up at the moon, and I swore I saw it move
I'll write home when I find Paradise,
But, if I know me, it'll only be to bitch about the weather
I'll say, "Heaven sure is nice, and all,
But to tell the truth, from what I've been told,
I expected better,"
And if that's how you'll remember me,
I kind of hope you won't
I'll write home that I found Paradise,
Even if I don't
I looked up at the moon, and I swore I saw it move
I looked up at the moon, and I swore you saw it too
I'll write home when I find Paradise,
But, if I know me, it'll only be to pine
For what I left behind
Because nothing's ever beautiful
Until I see it in the rearview
Until it stops being mine
And, every time I question the way I live my life
The loudest voice I've ever heard says,
"You're not doing it right."
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