| I spent all of Christmas Eve fake angry at you for
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| Who knows what now or then and you spoke so fast
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| I just sat back relaxed and took you all in
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| I spent all of Christmas Eve trying to get warmer
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| After standing outside for hours knowing at this point
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| I’d be lucky to get any sleep
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| And I’ll toss and turn until the early morning
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| Happily ignoring that my blue jeans
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| Didn’t do a fucking thing for me
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| Against this cold
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| Sober or not, I locked everything you sent me
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| Cause what’s better than seeing
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| What I’m missing daily
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| I guess what I’m trying to say is that
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| You might run, oh but I won’t hide
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| Shed an ounce of light
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| On my half-hopeless life
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| Don’t let me go back
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| And though I’d like to say more
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| I guess, I’ll just duck and cover
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| Almost praying that you trip over
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| The cluster of words I laid out before having to leave
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| But since you’ve taken the time to read so carefully
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| Everything I’ve ever sent
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| I guess I’ll spend the next few lines
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| Hoping and wishing
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| Yet thanking appropriately
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| You might run, oh but I won’t hide
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| Shed an ounce of light
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| On my half-hopeless life
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| Don’t let me go back
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| To Erin: Please read later
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| 'Cause I don’t think I have the heart
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| To let you read this now
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| But if I had the heart
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| You know that I know better
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| This isn’t how you say aloud
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| «Don't let me go back» |