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the smell of january makes me think of |
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this time last year when we were still so in love |
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the same flowers are growing |
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in the same place |
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at the same time |
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in the same way |
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as last year |
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last year, when you were mine |
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my old calendar is marked on this day |
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the special day that I have now put to hate |
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the same flowers are growing |
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in the same place |
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at the same time |
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in the same way |
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as last year |
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last year, when you were mine |
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if we had never met, then I would never know |
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this empty longing for a time so long ago |
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I'm glad you're gone but sometimes I don't think it's fair |
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that this time every year my mind will be somewhere away |
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I go down all the streets that we once walked on |
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thinking of things I haven't thought for so long |
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the same flowers are growing |
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in the same place |
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at the same time |
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in the same way |
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as last year |
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last year, when you were mine |
