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All things pass with time |
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Old trends, old friends |
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Fitting for the month that Michael died |
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Buried in a stone cold riverbed, where the watershed divides |
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Oh come colder weather |
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Oh come something better please |
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All things freeze with time |
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Clear skies, dry eyes |
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Am I colder than the air in this town |
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I have been a stone cold riverbed, if still I am alive |
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But maybe |
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Someday |
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Maybe you'll forgive me |
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Because I've been a mayday son |
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I'm withered, weathered by the setting sun of your summer |
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If I could be anyone |
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These days I'd be someone different |
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So I could hold you now |
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But you slip away like a changing maple leaf |
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And try to find any dry land that I can |
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For the last time, though I have loved you |
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You keep slippin' away, slippin' away and I am finished with |
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All the chaos and the ticking clock |
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The college life, the bomb that drops |
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And blows the whole damn thing to bits |
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Freezing are my fingertips in this cold |
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In this cold, cold town |
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We make such different people |
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Climbing into different beds at night |
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With both such different feelings |
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Mine are overwhelming, are yours |
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I might be screaming while you're |
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Dreaming without any concern |
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It took so long for me to find |
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That I can't try anymore |
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And if I said I'm sorry |
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Too many times before it's 'cause I |
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Just wanted desperately to make you love me |
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Darling, if the sun could shine in |
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Brighter than all your distractions |
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I would climb in to help |
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And light myself on fire |
