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I could spend a thousand years feeling sorry for what I did You're still the one I think about when the quiet sets back in And maybe all the shoes I've tied won't be worthless in the end I'm twenty-eight years old, but I'm still scared like a little kid Ah, ooh Ah, ooh Remember the cold kitchen floors and the shelves above the sink? How do I get out of here? It's an endless Christmas Eve And even though I don't remember what the counters looked like then I still want you to hold me close, I wanna breathe all of you in Ah, ooh Ah, ooh And you didn't warn me about the parts that I can't fix But you kept my number on a post-it on the fridge Ah, ooh Ah, ooh Ah, ooh Ah, ooh From Letras Mania