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That song comes on again. That song I've been avoiding. That song I've banished to the bottom of my playlist, Hoping I'd never listen as far as that. That song talks to me. That song makes me 17 years old again, Bringing back the memories of who I was then That song makes me quiver And shiver to my bones. Icy hands reaching in through my ears, clawing at the back of my neck, holding onto my spine, pressing down on my lungs, gripping my heart, And somewhere deep down underneath my soul is hiding, trembling That song reminds me of You. What you were, what you are, what I was when I was with you What I am now I am without you. Where I've been, where I've come Where you are. That song reminds me of Me. How I dressed, how I walked The way I talked, the way I laughed Always smiled without teeth Always pulling my hair, playing with the rings on my fingers Writing to you almost every night Just to check, if you'd reply. You don't write me anymore That song comes on again. That song I've been avoiding. That song is banished to the bottom of my playlist, Hoping I'll never listen as far as that, Ever again.