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it's nights like these when i miss you the most,
nights like tonight where i would do just about anything to be back in that small town
in your small room
in the small bed where so many things went right at the wrong time.
Nights like this where i dwell on the things i did wrong
nights like tonight where i think i would do just about anything to be there holding your hand
wishing so bad you would finally tell me all your truths.
tonight like so many pervious,
i sit with my phone in my hand wanting to call you and tell you how bad i want you
how nothing that happend before matters
tomorrow i'll wake up and know better.
tomorrow i'll be ok