| It’s a cold symphony
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| Playing how we could have been
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| Do you know how it feels?
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| So are you really done with it?
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| And I keep replaying the melodies, ours especially
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| And all the times we talk all night
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| And maybe we handled it recklessly
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| The issues that came to be
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| I always thought would be alright
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| But I’ll take the blame, if you ever want to love again
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| Won’t you come home?
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| And I’ll change my ways, if you ever want to try again
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| I’ll leave the light on
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| I’ll leave the light on
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| And I’m caught in my sleeve
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| Dreaming of what could have been
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| 'Cause I keep replaying the memories
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| Always a part of me
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| Just for granted every fight
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| And maybe we handled it recklessly
|
| The issues that came to be
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| I always thought would be alright
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| But I’ll take the blame, if you ever want to love again
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| Won’t you come home?
|
| And I’ll change my ways, if you ever want to try again
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| I’ll leave the light on
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| I’ll leave the light on
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| I’ll leave the light on
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| It’s a cold symphony
|
| Playing how we could have been
|
| Do you know how it feels?
|
| Are you really done with it?
|
| But I’ll take the blame, if you ever want to love again
|
| Won’t you come home?
|
| And I’ll change my ways, if you ever want to try again
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| I’ll leave the light on
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| I’ll leave the light on
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| I’ll leave the light on |