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One, two, three, four
Same restaurant
Trying to make it through some bad small talk
She's nice enough
Said where she was from but I forgot
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Rolling your eyes at me
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
I sit across
From somebody new at some old bar
Getting a sense
Of whether or not
I'll see him again
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Falling in too deep
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
Strangers again
Nostalgia hits like a tonne of bricks and leaves me wishing that
We could begin again
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again







