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Thank you, I don't want to remember I'd rather not stay here in this New England winter The snow melts on my face, the lukewarm embrace of summer stays Like sweat on my forehead, blurring my eyes, blurring my vision Stinging like salt in the wound You're alone in your room deciding whether or not to face the weather Or forget it all together So drive through the storm and have the operation I can't understand your slight hesitation But we need this; we need this, so much Cut me out of your life, just cut me out now It was this time December of last year, we lay entwined in each others arms Well I wish I never had learned your name, to say it so painfully From Letras Mania