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When the world changes to the place so cold |
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I wonder if I could be your mirror |
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These days they that no man is an island |
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But when I dream of who we were I slip away |
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Like the pages of the book I'd never get to write |
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On the eastside of the city |
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Where the ink is running dry |
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And if you love me like you say |
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Take this book and burn the page |
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The rain will wash away the ashes |
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On the eastside of my heart |
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Tomorrow when your eyes are growing old |
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And your reflection starts to turn so cold |
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I wonder if I could be your mirror |
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And together we could crack and break forever |
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Like the pages of the book I'd never get to write |
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On the eastside of the city |
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Where the ink is running dry |
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And if you love me like you say |
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Take this book and burn the page |
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The rain will wash away the ashes |
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On the eastside of my heart |
