I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile,
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms
That September night;
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again, I swear I'd love you right
I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
So if the chain is on your door I understand
But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying
I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December,
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
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