Well if we had the words in times like these
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We wouldn't have to stare
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We'd both know what to say
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And how to pray the things to do to save the day
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Some will call it sacrifice
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They'll look at this and never see
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The beauty or how much it means
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The blood that runs inside of me
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I know you understand
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That there's no map for this, no plan
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And the way we say goodbye
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Is not that way that anyone would do
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Like a wave out on the ocean
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I will always come right back to you
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Like we blinked
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Not a moment is gone
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We'll pick up where we left off
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It's like the world is draped in a camouflage
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And sometimes never what it seems
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Everyone's got different things
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They hide behind or try to be
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But the things I carry with me
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All remind me who I am
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When so much of me is not with me
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What matters most is what I leave
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Behind for you to keep
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Yeah, so smile when you think of me
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And though the way we say goodbye
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Is not that way that anyone would do
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Like a wave out on the ocean
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I will always come right back to you
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Like we blinked
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And not a moment is gone
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Yeah we'll pick up where we left off
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Oooh
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Oh
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Oh the way we say goodbye
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Is not the way that anyone would do
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Like a wave out on the ocean
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I will always come right back to you
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Nothing changed, nothing fades, nothing lost
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And we pick up where we left off.
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Oooh
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No
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Oh
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No
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Oooh
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Oooh
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Where We Left Off
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Hunter Hayes |