the smell of january makes me think of this time last year when we were still so in love in the same place
the same flowers are growing at the same time
in the same way as last year
last year, when you were mine my old calendar is marked on this day the special day that I have now put to hate the same flowers are growing in the same place at the same time as last year
in the same way last year, when you were mine if we had never met, then I would never know
this empty longing for a time so long ago I'm glad you're gone but sometimes I don't think it's fair
that this time every year my mind will be somewhere away I go down all the streets that we once walked on
thinking of things I haven't thought for so long the same flowers are growing in the same place at the same time
in the same way
as last year last year, when you were mine.
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