"True Story" genre: Acoustic
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	Lyrics Hugged you, by your doorstep for the last time, two nights ago, Said you'd be leaving in the morning, so get some now sleep my friend, you'll have a lot to reflect on soon, You leave behind, people who wish you'd stay back, and pictures of good times we had. The music still rings, like the first time we played, The laugher's still fresh, like the first time we said, Anything, like true stories, And everything, like conversation that never went anywhere, Or secrets I kept of my silliness, or sitcoms that never made the air, Oh yes, we spoke of it all. Shook your hand, in your car for the last time, a month ago, Said you'd be leaving in two days, so you need to pack, And spend some time with your mom and dad. I almost left behind, the DVD that we watched, and memories of your house, Where we played the game of ping pong, and reminisced about the first time we told, Anything, like true stories, And everything, like conversation that never went anywhere, Or secrets I kept of my silliness, or sitcoms that never made the air, Oh yes, we spoke of it all. So now you're gone, and it's not so bad, I'll finish writing "corey" myself, Borrow bits from here, or make something up, but help me when you get back home... Hugged you by your doorstep for the last time, Shook your hand, in your car for the last time, a month ago, A month ago..

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