| I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
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| But something 'bout it felt like home somehow
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| And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house
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| And you still got it in your drawer even now
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| Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
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| We’re singing in the car, getting lost Upstate
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| Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
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| And I can picture it after all these days
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| And I know it’s long gone
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| And that magic’s 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 on that little town street
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| You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me
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| Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
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| Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
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| You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
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| And your mother’s telling stories about you on a tee ball team
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| You tell me 'bout your past, 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 in the middle of the night
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| We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
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| Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well, yeah
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| Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much
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| And maybe this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up
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| Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well
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| Hey, you call me up again 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 crumpled up piece of paper lying here
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| 'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well |