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A summer of John Wayne getting older, reel after reel, |
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and playing old soldiers with old wounds, you know how that feels. |
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And a summer of searching the underworld, an arrow in my heel, |
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and the winding down of days, |
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and the speeding up of time won't change. |
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But I know you say nothing good lasts forever. |
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Some things burn bright, but burn themselves out to embers. |
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And these weather conversations and small talk, steal my hours away, and I gave away my best to strangers day after day, |
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and the winding down of days, |
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and the speeding up of time won't change. |
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But I know you say nothing good lasts forever. |
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Some things burn bright, but burn themselves out to embers. |
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Your love is a cold, cold place my dear |
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the seasons change those ghosts appear |
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and every sound is an echo of yesterday. |
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And suddenly I fall through the cracks in time |
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and I'm standing here with your hand in mine |
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and I turn around to see you there's no one there. |
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But I know you say nothing good lasts forever. |
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You will forget but I will always remember, the time. |