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Send it off with a stamp |
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As the winter locks in the branches above you higher than where we've loved. |
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It's never coming back, |
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And the hardest thing about this love is that you're never coming back. |
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Hold me close while you can, |
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It's hard to remember the end of |
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December holding onto the past. |
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You're never coming back. |
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And the hardest thing about this love is that it's never going to last. |
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And the hardest thing about this love is that you're never coming back. |
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And our love's waiting tonight. |
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And our love's wasted tonight. |
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And our love's waiting tonight. |
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And our love's wasted tonight. |
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Well hold young lovers, |
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You'll find another |
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Your heart will sing too, |
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But I don't need you. |
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Well hold young lovers, |
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You'll find another |
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Your heart will sing too, |
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But I don't need you. |
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And hold on lover, |
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You'll find another |
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But I don't need you, |
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And I won't need to. |
