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The Procession went smoothly |
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The lights low and dim |
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and i raised my clear glass and i toast times to heaven |
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but your not the same that love that i used to know |
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well i'll break this guitar and bored up these windows |
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just too make sure they know, that i wont return |
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with my bloody lips and your broken arms |
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we'll turn into one, we'll sing the same song |
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with my sinking feet and your heavey heart |
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now dont you start, no dont you start, this again |
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this house screams of memories |
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and half written songs |
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with the chance of completion depending on love |
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this disconnected phone, well it is so long to speak |
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although when it does its so harsh and complete |
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with my bloody lips and your broken arms |
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we'll turn into one, we'll sing this same song |
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with my sinking feet and your heavey heart |
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now dont you starkt now dont you start... |
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no dont you start, dont you start |
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no dont you start, dont you start |
