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Heading for the gutter of my mind |
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Our history is on rewind |
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People passing by me |
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Gloomy shadows down the street |
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Feels as though I am dead on my feet |
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How do you grieve for someone still alive? |
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Someone coping, on the other side |
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Someone whos voice you know even better than your own |
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Someone who thinks you are made of stone |
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I once wrote a song about our love |
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Promised I would stay forever more |
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Now my words of joy and hope are ringing in my head |
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Consistency is a virtue of the dead |
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So if I am dead on my feet |
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I can not provide you with what you need |
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But I hope you understand I hope you see |
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That you can never be replaced in me |
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You have never felt as close as you do now |
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Maybe it is our loss gathering us somehow? |