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(1) |
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As sorry as it seems |
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It can be like it used to be |
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We live on broken dreams |
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We've given up on trying |
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The face I thought I always knew |
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The picture that I'd paint of you |
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Your crying eyes are lying |
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(chorus) |
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Can't you see the writing on the wall |
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Will the ghost from the past |
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Show us how it used to be |
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Draw the line on the things we said |
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Let them fade away |
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Now you'll see the writing on the wall |
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Oh yea, everything that used to be |
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Is writing on the wall |
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All the time we fooled ourselves |
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Had some fun if nothing else |
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But oh our little world was dying |
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(1)(chorus) |
