| I walked through the door,
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| With you the air was cold,
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| But something about it
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| Felt like home somehow and I
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| Left my scarf there,
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| At your sister’s house,
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| And you’ve still got it
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| In your drawer even now.
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| Oh, your sweet disposition,
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| And my wide-eyed gaze
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| We’re singing in a car,
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| Getting lost upstate.
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| Autumn leaves falling down
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| Like pieces into place,
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| And I can picture it,
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| After all these days.
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| And I know it’s long gone,
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| And that magic’s
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| Not here no more
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| And I might be okay
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| But I’m not fine at all.
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| Cause there we are again
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| On that little town street,
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| You almost ran the red,
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| Cause you were lookin’over at me
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| Wind in my hair, I was there,
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| I remember it all too well.
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| Photo album on my counter,
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| Your cheeks were turning red,
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| You used to be a little kid,
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| With glasses in a twin size bed.
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| And your mother’s telling stories,
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| About you on the tee ball team
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| You taught me about your past
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| Thinking your future was me.
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| And I know it’s long gone,
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| And there was nothing else I could do.
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| And I forget about you long enough,
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| To forget why I needed to.
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| Cause there we are again
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| In the middle of the night,
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| We’re dancing round the kitchen,
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| In the refrigerator light.
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| Down the stairs, I was there,
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| I remember it all too well.
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| Well maybe we got lost in translation
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| Maybe I asked for too much,
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| But maybe this thing was a masterpiece,
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| Till you tore it all up.
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| Running scared, I was there,
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| I remember it all too well.
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| Hey you call me up again
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| Just to break me like a promise,
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| So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
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| I’m a crumbled up,
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| Piece of paper lying here,
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| Cause I remember it all
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| All, all too well. |