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I dreamed about you again last night |
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You had a smile on your face by the firelight |
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We were sitting in your cabin on the top of the hill |
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Shooting the shit and smoking our fill |
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Swapping stories and songs about the world out there |
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There's so many more we coulda shared |
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Sometimes I think about dropping in and seeing what's new |
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Do you think about me like I think about you |
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I think of all that I learned by your side |
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Or taking a trip while you did the sidecar ride |
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I think of all of the things that I'd still like to know |
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How I still don't understand why you had to go |
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So many good moments, just one mistake |
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Was it really worth ending it with the turn you'd make |
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It just doesn't seem real, do you feel that way, too |
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Do you think about me like I think about you |
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It's always so strange to wake up and realize |
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I may never see the brightness in your eyes |
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Never get to ask you what you mean |
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Never tell you tales of the things I've seen |
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It's so good to visit you again, that's how it seems |
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So strange to find that once again it was a dream |
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And once again I wonder what I can do |
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Do you think about me like I think about you |
