It's not that it's outta sight, outta of mind. No, that's not it.
Well, maybe it is, but only with you, I guess
But what happened to our days of absence makes the heart grow fonder?
Guess I'm just getting older; this world's making me colder
It's not that it's outta sight, outta of mind. No, that's not it.
Well, maybe it is, but only with you, I guess
But what happened to our days of absence makes the heart grow fonder?
Guess I'm just getting older; this world's making me colder
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