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So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night and I go back to December all the time. Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind, you gave me roses and I left them there to die. It turns our freedom ain’t nothing but missing you, wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine I go back to December, turn around and make it alright. You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye. Your smile so good to me, so right. Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming. But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right. I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t, so if the chain is on your door I understand…
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