| Although the years have changed now
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| And we go by different names
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| I remember the sound of our roof in the rain
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| And my mind goes back in time
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| To a place so far gone
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| Where the love we left behind us
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| Was still new
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| We were listening to a record
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| On the end of your bed
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| Not giving thought to where it was all going
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| And I wished right then and there so badly
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| I could read your mind
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| Just so I could know the things that you were knowing
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| I believe, yes I do
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| The hardest part is always leaving love behind
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| I believe, yes I do
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| That everything we lose
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| Will be a gift in time
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| But the hardest part is leaving love behind
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| When it was time to say goodbye
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| Those words came down like stones
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| I admit for so long after
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| It was hard to feel at home
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| We would hear the highway’s song
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| Shifting down in the night
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| I was grateful that the echoes broke the quiet
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| I believe, yes I do
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| The hardest part is always leaving love behind
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| I believe, yes I do
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| That everything we lose
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| Will be a gift in time
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| But the hardest part is leaving love behind
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| The sun fades on me now
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| And I miss you like words can’t know
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| And I missed my shot at dying young a long time ago
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| It’s just a lesson learned in love
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| It’s not angry, it’s not sad
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| Sometimes you gotta lose something
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| To know what you have
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| I believe (I believe), yes I do
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| The hardest part is always leaving love behind
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| I believe (I believe), yes I do
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| Oh, that everything we lose
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| Will be a gift in time
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| (I believe), I believe, (Yes I do)
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| The hardest part is leaving love behind |