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Lyrics - Full Circle
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Take everything out
Just put it back
Right where you found it,
You, your hands in your jeans
Were you waiting for me?
'Cause that's how I found you
And every word seemed to roll off
your tongue
Like honey on my lips
I never thought I could get enough
You took me around the block
But I couldn't stop
I thought it was real
The rush - so
intoxicated
I look back and I hate it
That I couldn't tell.
I'm lying alone on the floor
Just laughing at myself
How could I ever go back for more?
Put, everything back
That you took out
Right when it started
When we started
When we started
How can I get back what you can't give out again?
How can I face my mother? How can
I face my friends?
How can I look in the mirror and try to love again?
How can you get back what you
can't give out again?
How can I get back what you can't give out again?
Take my deepest breath,
I just let it out
I will be stonger
You took everything out,
I put it back
Just where you found it
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