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And all the pictures on the wall |
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Serve only to remind you of it all |
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The wasted days we could have lived |
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Oh oh, now we're left with nothing left to give |
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Was a time I really loved you |
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When that was I just can't say |
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The memories merge into one |
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As each day becomes each day |
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The clock hands ticking on the wall |
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Are just reminders of it all |
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Wasted days we could have lived |
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Oh oh, now we're left with nothing left to give |
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Left to give |
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We used to meet each others' eyes |
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And that's all we'd have to say |
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We don't talk that much at all |
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The further our, our eyes seem to stray |
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And all the pictures on the wall |
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Serve only to remind you of it all |
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The wasted days we could have lived |
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Oh oh, now we're left with nothing left to give |
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In a funny kind of way |
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This empty room was full one day |
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Full of love that we once shared |
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Now it all looks so bare |
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The silent walls whose cracks I feel |
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Is there room to let the hatred heal? |
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The clock hands ticking on the wall |
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Are just reminders of it all |
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Wasted days we could have lived |
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Oh oh, now we're left with nothing left to give |
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Nothing left to give |
