my feet meet city streets
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and the wind can sting my cheeks
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all it wants
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i have every intention of spending
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my christmas money
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all in one nite if that's what it takes
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to start off a year with no mistakes
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with no mistakes
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if i could relive
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the last three years
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i would have spent more time
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kissing all the places i've missed
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i've missed...
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and doubling up on
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those places i've already kissed
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and doubling up on
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the places i've already...
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tonite i walked right next to you
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just like the way that we used to
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but my hands
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never left my pockets
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we started with dinner
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and talked until our mouths went dry
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it's been months
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since i've seen you like this
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and even longer since
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our last kiss
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but tonite
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it's not about that
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it's about you and me
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and the city streets
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so we chart our course
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to the health food store
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an attempt
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to see you more
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i follow you up and down the aisles
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hoping you'll turn to me
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with a smile
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and greet my lips
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with a goodnite kiss
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if i could relive
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the last three years
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i would have spent more time
|
kissing all the places i've missed
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i've missed...
|
and doubling up on
|
those places i've already kissed
|
and doubling up on
|
the places i've already kissed
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i've already kissed
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i've already kissed
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i've already kissed
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i've already kissed
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i've already kissed
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i've already kissed
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i've already kissed
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i stare at you
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without you knowing
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but deep inside
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i hope it's showing
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The Last Three Years
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| Feeling Left Out |
