| the last time i was here it was december
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| the last time i was here you were mine
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| but i happen to know for a fact that it’s not december anymore
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| & it’s been six months since you made your final beeline for the door
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| & since you left i’ve made a list
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| of 374 reasons why i could never live without you
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| since you’ve left i’ve made a list
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| of 375 reasons why i never ever ever ever ever
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| want to see you again
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| the day you left it broke me apart
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| the day you left it cut me clean in two
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| but scars get smooth
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| i guess there’s some sort of irony there
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| but you still haven’t explained
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| what you’re doing back here
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| & you still haven’t explained
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| what you’re doing
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| standing on my front lawn
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| i don’t know where you’ve been hiding for the last six months
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| but i really think you ought to just go back there now
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| because i don’t want you around here anymore
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| & if you’ll excuse me i was kind of busy getting over you |