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Waiting by the stair |
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The years have caught up with her |
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Oh God, it's cold down there |
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If only she could see the light |
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This late December night |
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Once I asked her name |
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And I could see her searching |
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No words, her eyes explain |
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If she could, she would tell |
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But she don't remember well |
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We wear our wounds for all to see |
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The reasons for our memories |
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Oh what happens when they go? |
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Are they healed or are they bleeding slow? |
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She can see so clear |
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The changing world around her |
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But the passing of the years |
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Is faded with the failing light |
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This late December night |
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We wear our wounds for all to see |
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The reasons for our memories |
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Oh what happens when they go? |
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Are they healed or are they bleeding slow? |
