| Where have I landed, I don’t quite remember
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| I fell to pieces one night in December
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| Pictures in boxes remind me of something
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| I miss the days when our fingers were touching
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| The memories of losing you, you’re like a ghost
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| Tracing where I said to you
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| To get through it
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| To get through it
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| To get through it
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| All my decisions were just second guesses
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| Looking for love like a bride looks for dresses
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| Every mistake turned to some sort of yearning
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| A heart that was hollow has filled up with meaning
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| The memories of losing you, you’re like a ghost
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| Tracing where I said to you
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| To get through it
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| To get through it
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| To get through it
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| To get through it
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| I wish you would listen
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| To get through it |