The smell of this place without you
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The thought of your voice not here
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The look in my eyes as I'm telling myself
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that it's all been worth it
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So come on don't let me down
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There's plenty of time left now
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To tell myself that it's all in my head
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and it's all been worth it
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It has all been worth all the way.
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The smell of this room without you
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The thought of you laying here
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The look in my eyes as I'm begging myself
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to be all this with it.
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So come on don't let me down
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There's plenty of time left now
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To tell myself that it's all in my head
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and it's all been worth it
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Yea it has all been worth all of it.
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Nothing but great lines define my life.
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I've got these great lines defining my life.
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But it's all been worth it.
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Yea it's all been worth it.
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Yea it's all been worth it.
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Smell Of This Place
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The Early November |