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Belém, Brazil

I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life? Tell me, how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while You've been good; busier than ever Small talk, work in the weather Your guard is up and I know why Because the last time you saw me Still burns in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die So this is me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time, It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine And I go back to December, turn around And make it all right I go back to December all the time These days I haven't been