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JANUARY

A few strums on a guitar, a few missing chords,

a few nights under the stars, a few broken words.

But suddenly everything's alright 'cause we're taking pictures in brake lights and I've forgotten all our little fights since you've forgotten that our future was bright.

A few sad strums on a guitar, a few out of tune chords,

a new boy with a new car, ​a new happy to look toward.

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