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Dear Clong, dark hair,
I write cause I Amknow you'll forget You could be
EmSea green in a Fwastebasket toCmorrow G
No reCpulsion toward my premaAmture indulgences
If you Emcan't recall a Fword I Gsaid
Not like those Fcheekbones
That crooked Fmnose
No, thoseAm fellas stick aAmrouGnd tooAm loGng Am F
Perpetuating Fevery pathetic word that I skewG into song
CAm
EmFG
She was my Ctrophy shelf of slip ups
My untamed Amhormonal Loch Ness shitshow
On Emlate night roFtation for Cmonths on Gend
A Cbrick boot swimming lesson
In the deep Amend of my adolescence
Scrawling Emnotes on the Fbacks of my Ghands
But I'll start Ffresh with you
ExFmtracting the rusted atAmtachments
Keeping the AmdieGhard nuts, bolts, and AmscrGews Am F
FWe'll go from square one
With the Gwit of an old pro
And Amyou can fill in the AmgapGs with AmwhaGtever you know Am F
My Flong, Gdark Chair
CAm
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And I'll tab this part out because it's the most difficult section:
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