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Hearing words over them and what we have |
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Is less than what you hoped for |
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Feelings of desperation |
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Why become the one who wants you out |
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And this is left for anyone by letting go |
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With your name they'll find it |
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Here we are another year |
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Another time quietly gone |
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Somedays and Sundays I like |
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You'll never have the conversation |
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Anytime is longer then they've had |
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And in the best situation |
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Why begin your mornings like that |
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In losing time honestly you're running out |
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Keeping such a distance |
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There they are another year |
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Another time quietly gone |
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Somedays and Sundays I like |
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Who believes in anyone in doing so this time |
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We all become a memory of some kind |
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To see the end of anything how it seems so far |
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From here it could be anywhere still that's where |
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you are |
