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If We’d Go Again…

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Originally released on February 27, 2026.

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You spilled coffee on my brand-new shirt
Said”sorry” like it already hurt
Your keys on my table, your note on the door

Now it echoes more

If we’d go again, all the way from the start
Would you still hand me your heart?
Would we crash the same, or finally learn
To hold on through the dark? Hold on through the dark?

Would we still fight over nothing at all
Not talk for a week, still answer the call?
Your coffee cup from yesterday

I wonder what I’d say

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If we’d go again, all the way from the start
Would you reach for my hand in that crowded train car?
If we’d go again, all the way from the start
Would we learn to stay before we break apart?

Maybe we were perfect in a broken kind of way
If there’s a doorway back to where we began
I’d walk it barefoot just to hold your hand

If we’d go again, all the way from the start
I’d swear I’d guard your heart
Holding on through the dark
I’d still choose you

If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again, all the way from the start
I’d still choose you

If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again, all the way from the start

If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again, all the way from the start
I’d still choose you

If we’d go again, all the way from the start
If we’d go again
I’d still choose you

Originally published at https://hanginiswith.tistory.com on November 13, 2026.

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HanginIs
HanginIs

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HanginIs(행인is) a storyteller walking the fine line between desire and illusion. This music is its breath. “Where desire fades, memory begins to sing.”