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I drive this car through the city every night |
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There's a quiet |
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I never heard before |
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And lonely, my sister could not describe |
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All the good things gone wrong |
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And there was blood on my teeth |
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From the long winter here |
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Bones broke in half |
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A stain on my shirt |
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From a couple hours out with the boys |
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And all good things come to an end |
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And all memory has left my bones |
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If I drove straight off this bridge |
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Only God and my baby would know |
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I'm sure she'd be laughing, conjuring spring |
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With some fella who just said the right thing |
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And there'd be blood on my teeth |
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From the long winter here |
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Bones broke in half |
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A stain on my shirt |
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From a couple hours out with the boys |
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And all good things come to an end |
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See all I can do is think about you |
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And miss all your kisses like the spring |
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But if I had a sign |
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That one day you'd be mine again, oh no |
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If I could hold you right then |
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As the chill in this season sputtered and spit and died with... |
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Blood on my teeth |
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From just what they did here |
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Snow tumbling down on the ground |
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And me stumbling out of my heart |
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Finding cherry blossoms on the hood of my car |