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In two months, |
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I'm through the door way |
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Put my guitar on the floor |
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And you will sit and tell me |
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That you can't take anymore |
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And you will sit and wonder |
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What I can only speculate |
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That time is gonna be telling us |
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What we don't want it to say |
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So just be with me now |
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Feel your hair wrap around my finger |
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Feel your words turn into whispers |
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Feel you fall asleep and dream |
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Dream that you could be with me now |
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As I keep track on my finger |
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Of the cities and the strangers |
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Of the pieces of my dreams |
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It's been so long since |
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I've seen you |
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Almost forgot your face |
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And time meant to brings people closer |
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But it does the opposite for me |
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So I forgot my hallways and my hotels |
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And a ticket with my name |
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It's been too long since |
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I've seen you, you |
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And there's so much to say |
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But just be with me now |
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Feel your hair wrap around my finger |
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Feel your words turn into whispers |
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Feel you fall asleep and dream |
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Dream that you could be with me now |
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As I keep track on my finger |
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Of the cities and the strangers |
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Of the pieces of my dream |
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That you can be with me now |
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Feel your words turn into whispers |
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Your hair wrap around my fingers |
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You fall asleep and dream |
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Dream that you could be with me now |
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As I keep track on my fingers |
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The cities and the strangers |
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Of the pieces of my dreams |