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I do not love you |
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The way I did when we met |
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There are secrets and arguments |
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I haven't finished yet |
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But it's only that grace |
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Has outlived our regret |
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We're still here |
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Maybe we can stay |
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'Til the last drop of water |
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Flows under the bridge |
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We can stay |
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'Til the last drop of water |
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Flows under the bridge |
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There are times meant for breaking |
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And words to ignore |
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And a bent to our souls |
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When our skin is at war |
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And if leaving were freedom |
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Well, we'd both walk |
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Right out of that door |
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Maybe we can stay |
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'Til the last drop of water |
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Flows under the bridge |
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We can stay |
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'Til the last drop of water flows |
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And the years roll by |
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And you hold my hand |
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While the shadows stretch over the land |
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Crumble and fall in my arms |
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And we'll struggle to hold on |
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Waters, they rise and they carry |
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Our hopes and our dreams away |
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We can stay, stay |
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And the years roll by |
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And you hold my hand |
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And the shadows stretch over the land |
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Maybe we can stay |
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'Til the last drop of water |
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Flows under the bridge |
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We can stay |
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'Til the last drop of water |
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Flows under the bridge |
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We can stay |
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'Til the last drop of water |
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Flows under the bridge |
