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And now i finally see that the further we go we're only treading ground that we already know. |
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I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash and buy a bucket full of diamonds but |
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Even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away. |
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It's a certain tragedy. |
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So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it. |
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The empty space between me and the sunken walls and feeling someone's hand around my neck |
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Choking away the life that i have left. |
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And i can finally see that the further i go i'm only treading ground that i don't wanna know. |
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I'll probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home and look at old photos of you. |
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So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it. |
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The empty space between me and the sunken walls and feeling someone's hand around my neck |
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Choking away the life that i have left. |
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I miss the warmth of the summer when we were on our own, but now it's winter and my bones are cold. |
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And now i finally see that the further we go we're only treading ground that we already know. |
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I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash and buy a bucket full of diamonds but |
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Even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away. |
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It's a certain tragedy. |
