Although the years have changed now
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And we go by different names
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I remember the sound of our roof in the rain
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And my mind goes back in time
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To a place so far gone
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Where the love we left behind us
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Was still new
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We were listening to a record
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On the end of your bed
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Not giving thought to where it was all going
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And I wished right then and there so badly
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I could read your mind
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Just so I could know the things that you were knowing
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I believe, yes I do
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The hardest part is always leaving love behind
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I believe, yes I do
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That everything we lose
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Will be a gift in time
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But the hardest part is leaving love behind
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When it was time to say goodbye
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Those words came down like stones
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I admit for so long after
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It was hard to feel at home
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We would hear the highway’s song
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Shifting down in the night
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I was grateful that the echoes broke the quiet
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I believe, yes I do
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The hardest part is always leaving love behind
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I believe, yes I do
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That everything we lose
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Will be a gift in time
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But the hardest part is leaving love behind
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The sun fades on me now
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And I miss you like words can’t know
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And I missed my shot at dying young a long time ago
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It’s just a lesson learned in love
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It’s not angry, it’s not sad
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Sometimes you gotta lose something
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To know what you have
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I believe (I believe), yes I do
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The hardest part is always leaving love behind
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I believe (I believe), yes I do
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Oh, that everything we lose
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Will be a gift in time
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(I believe), I believe, (Yes I do)
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The hardest part is leaving love behind |