The One

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Sometimes I wonder where you are, what you’re doing, how we went wrong,

When I really know we just didn’t get along,

Despite my talk, despite my laugh,

I fell too hard, I fell too fast.

You were too far and I was too young,

I guess I know we couldn’t’ve last,

Yet I still question when I’m alone, what more could I’ve done,

I mean what if, what if you’re the one?

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