| Have you ever smelled the freezer air
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| In the frozen food isle of an outdated grocery store
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| It was my favorite scent as a kid
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| But I can’t remember what it smells like anymore
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| Do you remember in Nashville by the bridge
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| We almost got mugged by the rivershore
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| That was the first night I smelled your skin
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| But I can’t remember what it smells like anymore
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| No, I can’t remmber what you smell like anymor
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| Do you remember how you planned those few days
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| As if I was the only other human in the world
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| And how we talked for hours of nonsense
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| Cause I can’t remember what that sounds like anymore
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| No, I can’t remember what you sound like anymore
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| But I remember you, and the views
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| And all the lazy autumn afternoons
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| I remember every late at night
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| And just to get me back to your side
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| I remember the feeling and the healing
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| But now I’m slowly talking my ceiling
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| And what of that to you sounds right or appealing?
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| Just get me back to you
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| Just get me back to your side
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| Just get me back to you
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| Just get me back to your side
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| Sound the alarm
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| I’ll be ok
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| Caught in the midst of all our unsafe decay
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| All that’s sickly sweet
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| Will only rot your teeth
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| How to define
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| What we want
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| And what we need
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| I don’t remember what you smell like anymore
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| I don’t remember what you sound like anymore
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| I don’t remember what you feel like anymore
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| I don’t remember what it felt like anymore
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| I don’t know how to feel anymore |