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I never count on yesterday |
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Because the past can also change |
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I'll never give myself away |
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Life is worthwhile on the edge |
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Words sound so hollow in the cold |
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Maybe she's forgotten all |
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I don't remember how |
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I felt the night she came |
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Memories spin around |
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They flow |
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Don't want to let her down |
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Moments disappear like shame...like snow |
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Signs never told me anything |
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Nothing I could know for sure |
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I never knew what she would bring |
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Or what I am to her today |
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My words... |
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Almost swallowed by the snow |
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Maybe she's forgotten all |
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I don't remember how |
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I felt the night she came |
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Memories spin around |
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They flow |
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Don't want to let her down |
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Moments disappear like shame...like snow |
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She is the poison in my mind |
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The thorns in my head |
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She has no mountain to be climbed |
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No faults to regret |
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I never count on yesterday |
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Because the past may not exist |
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I'll never give myself away |
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When there's reason to resist |
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Words draped in crystals melt away |
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I don't remember how |
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I felt the night she came |
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Memories spin around |
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They flow |
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Don't want to let her down |
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Moments disappear like shame...like snow |
