| a man begins to walk toward the horizin
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| counting up the death that hes put himself through
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| calls everyone he knows
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| says good bye to friends
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| and me and you
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| white little lie that were fine keep up going
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| too much time in our eyes
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| make right what we know is wrong
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| a man carves two initials into maple
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| hoping they would spark up all the things he wish hed feel
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| these trees have no idea what theyre in for
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| cuz fire feels so real
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| white little lies that in time theyll stop running
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| too much time in our eyes to hold tight the warmth that we need
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| heres what to say to your love when its gone
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| your always wrong
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| the time that we spent ogether
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| when the light was out
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| became my thought of you
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| oh its way too dark to read in here
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| this fairytale just aint coming true
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| a man is lying dying on the side walk
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| trasing down the edges
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| of his tarnished wedding ring
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| the cardboard sign in front of him says
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| change wont change a thing
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| why even try getting by when youre hopless
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| all the time passing by will never lie
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| its the choice that we make
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| so heres what to say to the god that you trust when its time
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| theres always time
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| the fire left inside me dying
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| the only light i had left lead back to you
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| oh its way too cold to breath in here
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| im trying but this body just wont do
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| (instramental) |