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All the photographs were peeling |
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and colors turned to gray |
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He stayed... in his room with memories for days |
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He faced... an undertow of futures laid to waste |
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Embraced... by the loss of what he could not replace |
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There is no reason that she passed |
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And there is no god with a plan |
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It's sad... and his loneliness is proof |
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It's sad... he could only love you |
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It's sad |
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The door swings to a passing fable |
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A fate we may delay |
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We say... holding on...delivered in our own brace |
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He let em as he laid in bed |
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hoping that dreams would bring her back |
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It's sad... and his loneliness is proof |
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It's sad... he could only love you |
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It's sad |
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Holding his last breath |
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Believing... he'll make his way |
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But she's not forgotten |
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He's haunted...he's searching for escape |
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If just one wish could bring her back |
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It's sad... and his lonliness is proof |
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It's sad... he will always love you |
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It's sad |
