| Another morning, wide awake
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| Different day, same mistake
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| Some nameless stranger lying in my bed
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| One more case of one more night
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| I’ll have one more so I can fight
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| That voice of reason weaving through my head
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| But darling you’re the only thing constant on my mind
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| Do you ever think about me, at least from time to time
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| Silk flowers forgotten on a lonely windowpane
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| Dusty, dreaming of the day they’d touch the satin rain
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| My love is like these roses, dying to be true
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| Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you
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| I spend my days and what money made
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| Biding time with wasted ways
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| Clinging to the same old blues again
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| All the shoulda been’s and the coulda done’s
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| Just loaded questions in a loaded gun
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| What’s the use in ridiculing words I left unsaid
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| But darling I’m still holding on, a blossom stuck in time
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| Do I ever cross your memory, like you’ve been crossing mine
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| Silk flowers forgotten on a lonely windowpane
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| Dusty, dreaming of the day they’d touch the satin rain
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| My love is like these roses, dying to be true
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| Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you
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| Right or wrong, I’m hanging on
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| Tracing your name in the sky
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| Counting clouds, crying out
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| Tears rolling by
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| By and by
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| Silk flowers forgotten on a lonely windowpane
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| Dusty, dreaming of the day they’d touch the satin rain
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| My love is like these roses, dying to be true
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| Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you
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| Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you |