| Tangoed with the urge of begging you to stay
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| Something deep in me knew you had to slide away
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| I was a dollar short and a thousand days too late
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| Champagne Mornings at 80 degrees
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| You knew that So Cal was never meant for me
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| Would it matter if I told you I’m still hung up on you?
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| Would it matter if I told you when you’re with somebody new?
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| I hope to hell all of this passes
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| Let the future heal old wounds
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| I swear it’s time to let it go, go for good
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| These nostalgic thoughts dishearteningly worn
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| Like an old wool coat in a numbing winter storm
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| I’ll be your dull end knife, your tired metaphor
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| I was a day too late and every dollar short
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| Midnight Crown Royals, pacific breeze
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| I knew that So Cal was never meant for me
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| Would it matter if I told you I’m still hung up on you?
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| Would it matter if I told you when you’re with somebody new?
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| I hope to hell all of this passes
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| Let the future heal old wounds
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| I swear it’s time to let it go, go for good
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| A champagne morning at 80 degrees
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| Midnight Crown Royals, Pacific Breeze
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| I know that you were never meant for me
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| I won’t let this song remind me anymore
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| Would it matter if I told you I’m still hung up on you?
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| Would it matter if I told you when you’re with somebody new?
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| I hope to hell all of this passes
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| Let the future heal old wounds
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| I swear it’s time to let it go, go for good |