You and I
Had a good thing going
Could have gone
On and on
I don't know why it had to end
When it could have been
Like a holiday
Now you're probably standing somewhere in the rain
You and I
Tripped into each other
Dorm room window came
Heaven
All our inhibitions
Screaming high and dry
I don't know why it couldn't have been
What I was to you?
What you were to them
Now you're probably standin' somewhere in the rain
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