I get this feeling every year, the first days of winter
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Pull out that box of souvenirs, to read your old letters
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In that stack of memories, found a note you left for me
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It almost feels like you're still here
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I hear your voice in every word
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You told me to remember
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Take each day and make it last
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Cause you turn around and the future is the past
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Here and now is all we have
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The beginning and the end mean so little
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What matters most is what's in the middle
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Makes me smile when I look back to every summer
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Forget your birthday and just laugh; say it's just a number
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But Sunday afternoons, they meant so much to you
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The simple things were golden, you found beauty in every moment
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Take each day and make it last
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Cause you turn around and the future is the past
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Here and now is all we have
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The beginning and the end mean so little
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What matters most is what's in the middle
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The day you're born is just a start
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Your last breath is a question mark
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The story of your life is in the in-between
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Take each day and make it last
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Cause you turn around and the future is the past
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Here and now is all we have
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The beginning and the end mean so little
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What matters most is what's in the middle
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What's in the middle
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The Middle
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| Lauren Alaina |
