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I'm so glad you made time to see me. |
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How's life? Tell me how's your family. |
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I haven't seen them in a while. |
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You've been good, busier than ever, |
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We small talk, work and the weather, |
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Your guard is up and I know why. |
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Because the last time you saw me |
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Is still burned in the back of your mind. |
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You gave me roses and I left them there to die. |
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So this is me swallowing my pride, |
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Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night," |
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And I go back to December all the time. |
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It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. |
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Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine. |
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I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right. |
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I go back to December all the time. |
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These days I haven't been sleeping, |
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Staying up, playing back myself leavin'. |
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When your birthday passed and I didn't call. |
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And I think about summer, all the beautiful times, |
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I watched you laughing from the passenger side. |
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Realized that I loved you in the fall. |
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And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind |
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You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye". |
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So this is me swallowing my pride |
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Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night." |
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And I go back to December all the time. |
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It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, |
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Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine. |
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I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind |
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I go back to December all the time. |
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I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile, |
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So good to me, so right |
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And how you held me in your arms that September night -- |
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The first time you ever saw me cry. |
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Maybe this is wishful thinking, |
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Probably mindless dreaming, |
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But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right. |
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I'd go back in time and change it but I can't. |
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So if the chain is on your door I understand. |
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But this is me swallowing my pride |
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Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night." |
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And I go back to December... |
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It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, |
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Wishing I'd realize what I had when you were mine. |
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I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right. |
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I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind |
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I go back to December all the time. |
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All the time. |
