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Mist falls and his voice cracks from the morning |
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Flowers and my body feels like lead |
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Someone should have stopped the birds from singing today |
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Hammers from striking nails into clay |
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Her face penetrates the blue gray morning |
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Her eyes pregnant pools produce a tear |
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Someone should have shouted you had gone in her ear |
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That summer was stolen away |
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Such a small love |
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Such a little tear |
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You would laugh so loud |
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If you could see us here |
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With my one suit |
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Badly pressed and worn |
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Like a child left |
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In the world alone |
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He speaks I don't hear a word he's saying |
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Hang on to the pine trees and the snow |
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Reach out grab the memories that are left for your hand |
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They'll help you get by for a while |
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Such a small love |
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Such a little tear |
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Is this all that's left |
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On your cheek so pale |
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His shallow half lit eyes |
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His rotted teeth grown on |
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Our drunken madman nights |
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Ending up in jail |
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Midnight mornings |
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Drenched in day-glo red |
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Words colliding |
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Things we left unsaid |
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Perfumed pillows |
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Girls that clung so near |
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Such a small love |
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Such a little tear |
