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On a Tuesday in December, when you walked out I remember |
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You were smiling as you turned around |
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In the hallway, lingered in the doorway |
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Still the words you said to me, they make me think of how we used to be |
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned |
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She says, she's just like the sun |
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I get so burned when you are close to me |
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In the back room of a mansion, you are planning your deception |
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Always calling, never phoning, I'm a victim of another's war |
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And still the words you said to me |
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Come ringing in your silent symphony |
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned |
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She says, she's just like the sun |
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I get so burned when you are close to me |
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned |
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She says, she's just like the sun |
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I get so burned when you are close to me |
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And still it hurt so bad, I thought I'd get one over on you |
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And still I hope you're sad, deserving more than anyone |
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I could give you one good reason |
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You could be my winning season |
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All the things we could have been, just fell away |
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned |
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She says, you're just like the sun |
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I get so burned when you are close to me |
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned |
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She says, she's just like the sun |
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I get so burned when you are close to me |
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I get so burned when you are close to me |
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I get so burned when you are close to me |
