| Seven days a week I still miss you
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| How we’d stay up late watching reruns
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| I’d watch your reflection on the TV screen
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| I could see us falling in love
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| I was getting lost in the seasons, you’d already seen them
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| You been in and out of love with me since college
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| We did this often
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| I could see us but you couldn’t
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| And now I can’t even sleep if I’m honest
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| Get freaked out by the feeling of falling
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| Now it’s over I’ll get over it I promise
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| But until then, I replay the whole thing
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| I’m losing my mind, I just miss you
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| I can’t find my keys, I can’t leave
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| Without thinking of all the fucking places we’ve been to
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| What if I see you?
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| What if I see you?
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| Then I’d have to miss you in the same room
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| Get freaked out by the feeling that I’ll lose you
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| Have to tell myself that I don’t get to have you either way
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| I replay the whole thing
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| Over and over again
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| 'Til it’s over again
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| Over and over again
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| 'Til it’s over again
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| You never see it the same once you know how it ends
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| Reruns, reruns, and over again
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| You never see it the same once you know how it ends
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| Reruns, reruns, and over and I
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| Tell myself that I don’t get to have you
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| Tell myself that I don’t get to have you
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| Tell myself that I don’t get to have you
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| Over and over again
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| I know how it ends
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| I know how it ends
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| But I replay the whole thing |