| I miss you most on winter mornings
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| As we drift, we sleep through evenings, oh
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| We drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed
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| I follow your eyes to avoid from getting lost
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| And all I had was the memory of what was
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| So let’s pretend it never mattered to us
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| I hope this message finds you well
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| Never thought I’d live to tell
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| Just to survive we do what we can
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| We read the maps and signs
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| And we make the plans by our design
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| I write it down to get me by the worst time in my life
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| And all I had was the memory of what was
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| So let’s pretend it never mattered to us
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| I hope this message finds you well
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| Never thought I’d live to tell
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| What’s a dream and what is real
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| The way I really feel
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| I hope this message finds you well
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| I never thought I’d live to tell
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| What’s a dream and what is real
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| So let’s pretend this is the ending
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| To the message I’ve been sending, sending
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| And all I had was the memory of what was
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| So let’s pretend it never mattered to us
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| I hope this message finds you well
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| Never thought I’d live to tell
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| What’s a dream and what is real
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| The way I really feel
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| I hope this message finds you well
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| Never thought I’d live to tell
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| What’s a dream and what is real
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| The way I really feel |