I miss you most on winter mornings
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as we drift we slip through evenings, whoa-oh
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we drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed
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I follow your lies to avoid from getting lost
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And all I had was the memory of what was
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so let's pretend it never mattered to us
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I hope this message finds you well
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Never thought I'd live to tell
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Just to survive we do what we can
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we read the maps and signs, and we make the plans
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by our design I write it down to get me by
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the worst time in my life
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And all I had was the memory of what was
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so let's pretend it never mattered to us
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I hope this message finds you well
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Never thought I'd live to tell
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what's a dream and what is real,
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the way I will reveal
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I hope this message finds you well
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I never thought I'd live to tell
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what's a dream and what is real?
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So let's pretend this is the ending
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(So let's pretend...[echo]) (this is the ending...[echo])
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to the message I've been sending, sending
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(to the message...[echo]) (I've been sending...[echo])
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And all I had was the memory of what was
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so let's pretend it never mattered to us
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I hope this message finds you well
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Never thought I'd live to tell
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what's a dream and what is real,
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the way I will reveal
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I hope this message finds you well
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Never thought I'd live to tell
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what's a dream and what is real,
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the way I will reveal
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Pens And Needles
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| Hawthorne Heights |
