On a Tuesday in December,
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When you walked out I remember.
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You were smiling as you turned around,
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In the hallway, you lingered in the doorway.
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And still the words you said to me, make me think of how we used to be.
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned.
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She said, You're just like the sun.
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I get so burned when you are close to me.
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In the back room of a mansion,
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You are planning your deception.
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Always calling, never phoning.
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I'm a victim of another's war.
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And still the words you said to me,
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Come ringing in your silent symphony.
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned.
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She says, You're just like the sun.
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I get so burned when you are close to me.
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And still it hurt so bad, (I thought I'd get one over on you),
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You know, I hope you're sad, (you deserve it more than anyone).
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I could give you one good reason.
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You could be my winning season.
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All the things we could have been, just fell away.
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Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned.
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She says, You're just like the sun. I get so burned when you are close to me.
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I get so burned when you are close to me.
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Burned
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| Better Than Ezra |
