Just Like We Practiced

Can you remember that progression
Something happy something sad
You were writing all the lines and
I could have learned a thing or two

You take out your guitar
We'll write some new nostalgia
Just like we practiced
All those years ago

Late December there's nothing colder
Than when you're lay in a heap
There's no sense in getting older
If memories all you can't keep

You take out your guitar
We'll write some new nostalgia
Just like we practiced
All those years ago

Just like we practiced
All those years ago



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Smith Iii
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