Take everything out just put it back, right where we found it,
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you, your hands in your jeans,
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were you waiting for me?
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cause that's how I found you.
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Every word seemed to roll off your tounge,
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like honey on my lips,
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I never thought I could get enough.
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You took me around the block,
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but I couldn't stop,
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I thought it was real.
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the rush, so intoxicated,
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I look back and I hated,
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that I couldn't tell.
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I'm lying alone on the floor,
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just laughing at myself.
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how could I ever go back for more?
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Put, everything back,
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that you took out, right when it started.
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When we started... [x2]
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[chorus]
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How can I get back what you can't give out again?...
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How can I face my mother, how can I face my friends?...
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How can I look in the mirror and try to love again?
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How can I can I get back what you can't give out again
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How can I can I get back what you can't give out again
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Take my deepest breath,
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I just let it out,
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I will be stRonger.
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You took everything out,
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I put it back, just where you found it
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Full Circle
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| Cheyenne Kimball |
