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It wasn't out of cruelty |
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I said goodbye today |
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But the pictures were turning yellow |
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I helped them on their way |
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The wind picks up the pieces |
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Blows them all around |
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Breathe in the smoke,then breathe it out |
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I tore out all the pages one by one |
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Put them in the fire |
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Light shines almost brighter than before |
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One more time one more time |
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These times insult you |
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With their doubts and fears |
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So I thought I'd stop them |
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Before they got too near |
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Scratch at your memory |
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whisper in the dark |
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They are everywhere |
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And they are nowhere |
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I tore out all the pages one by one |
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Put them in the fire |
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Light shines almost brighter then before |
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One more time one more time |
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I was tired of explaining |
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Why you were still around |
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There were no more excuses to be made |
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The time has passed |
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And it can be unkind |
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You didn't look so graceful in your old age |
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Tear out all the pages one by one |
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Put them in the fire |
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Light shines almost brighter then before |
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One more time one more time |
