| The sky is grey, the trees are pink |
| It's almost spring and I can't wait, and I can't think |
| The sidewalks paved with petals like a wedding aisle |
| I wonder how long it would take to walk 800 miles |
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| To say I do, I did, I will, I would |
| I'm not sorry, not certain, not perfect, not good |
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| But I love you, and every day |
| That I knew and didn't say is lost time |
| Now I'm knockin' down your door |
| 'Cause I'm trying to make up for lost time |
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| Wish you were here, wish I was there |
| I wish that we could have a place that we could share |
| Not only stolen moments in abandoned halls |
| Quiet touch in elevators and bathroom stalls |
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| But I will, I would, I did, I do |
| For the thrill, for my health, for myself, for you |
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| 'Cause I love you, and every day |
| That I knew and didn't say is lost time |
| Now I'm knockin' down your door |
| 'Cause I'm trying to make up for lost time |
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| Nothing lasts forever, but let's see how far we get |
| So when it comes my turn to lose you, I'll have made the most of it |
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| Our formal attire on the floor in a pile |
| In the morning, I will fold it while you get ready for work |
| I hear you singing in the shower, it's a song I showed you years ago |
| It's nice to know you listen to it after all this time |
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| I put your clothes on the dresser with your 60-day chip |
| And your broken gold chain, your unpaid parking ticket |
| And the photo that you framed from when you were a kid |
| To remember where you came from, as if you could forget |
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| And your hand-me-down pick up, put a girl on the dash |
| Tape on the bumper, more than one crash |
| It's always an accident, it could always be worse |
| Scars healing over, but the memory hurts |
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| And I trace them with my finger, touch them with my mouth |
| Then the lines around your eyes, the furrow in your brow |
| Your face is a language, I'm fluent by now |
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| You can tell me the whole story without saying it out loud |
| I notice everything about you, I can't help it |
| It's not a choice, it's been this way since we met |
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| 'Cause I love you, and every day |
| That I knew and didn't say |
| Is a crying shame, it's a crime |
| A waste of space, lost time |
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