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I miss my big sister
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2012
Remember when we were little
Practically babies barely grown too fast
And they would fight
Loud and mad and dramatic at 2 am
And I’d crawl into your bed and cry on your shoulder
And you’d cuddle me, rub my hair, and tell me it was all gonna be ok
Well its 2am, my life isn’t mine, and I don’t know how it got here
So could you do that now, again, like old times?
Because I’m not so sure it will be ok anymore
