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You don't get to pack your stuff
When the house is on fire
There's privilege in saying goodbye
So don't keep it quiet
And I don't ever wanna go back
But it would've been nice to know the day that this memory would end
The time that I would lose
But why should?
Should I let this go?
No you won't
I'll just try again
I'll just try again
I'll just try again
