Twelve long weeks and I've thought myself into this hole,
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Just like I always do
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With your glass green eyes and your deep blue soul.
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In the morning you say, it won't mean anything
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And it doesn't break my heart, it just wears it out
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And I want to tell you everything but I'm too proud.
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I guess the truth is I'm as lost as I was before
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And I swear, I swear that I really believed it all.
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When you said that you wouldn't forget anymore.
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I wrote this song for you to see that nothing else
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Really meant as much to me.
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Now you've been drinking again and I've barely slept.
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Wasting days in a wasted haze with all the promises unkept.
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I took a trip back to my old hometown
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Where it's harder to remember your name.
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I searched the streets and the bottles and bars for an escape,
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But nothing has changed and it's still the same.
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I guess the truth is I'm as lost as I was before
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And I swear, I swear that I really believed it all.
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When you said that you wouldn't forget anymore.
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I wrote this song for you to see that nothing else
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Really meant as much to me.
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Thinking back on those late night drives
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And all those lonely August lies,
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You'll still be the one to take me home
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Cause God knows your eyes are the only ones I've ever known.
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I guess the truth is I'm as lost as I was before
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And I swear, I swear that I really believed it all.
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When you said that you wouldn't forget anymore.
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I wrote this song for you to see that nothing else
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Really meant as much to me.
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Night Drives
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| Deaf Havana |
