before

Sometimes I think about things too much
Echoes of the past I carry with me everyday 
I'm finding myself wanting to live days again 
Times I was with you and we were laughing 
We were talking about the times we had 
I miss those nights in your room 
When you'd tell me of times you had 
Before I was around.

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