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it's a funny thing how everything makes perfect sense but makes no sense at all i've seen better days i've felt warmer waves january nights, they come and go so slowly i'll tell you my last confession you're the only one who keeps me going don't say goodbye it doesn't have to be this way this time you said it was so cold tonight so you don't need to go for a little while i guess every perfect day seems in and out and made to break i miss the warm summer nights, perfect waves and shorelines the delicate things that mean so much to me I'll tell you this last confession I'll tell you now this is my last confession From Letras Mania