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Simple places, children's faces, an ordinary day |
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I never knew that a sky so blue could take me so far away |
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But you were there, without a care, my one and only friend |
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Summertime on the county line, was the beginning of the end |
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When we lived in the photograph |
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There was nothing left |
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To stem the overflow |
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Fallen angels get torn apart |
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I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow |
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I remember it was late December and the walls were closing in |
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You loved pretending that this life's neverending, but the line was wearing thin |
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Everyone was trying but I knew you were dying and we never shared a lie |
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At the end of the day I felt you slip away but I could not say goodbye |
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When we lived in the photograph |
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There was nothing left |
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To stem the overflow |
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Fallen angels get torn apart |
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I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow |
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When we lived in the photograph |
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There was nothing left |
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To stem the overflow |
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Fallen angels get torn apart |
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I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow |