| Seasons are changing faster this year
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| And I can’t remember the last time you were here
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| The east wind is blowing sand in my eyes
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| Drying my lips and my last compromise
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| Everyone told me it would happen this way
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| But I’m still holding on to yesterday
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| I was the shepherd, you were the flock in my heart
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| I let you graze there, as you tore me apart
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| There are still shadows all over my skin
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| In the places your body used to fit in
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| It’s not that I’m hoping, I never was one to pray
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| But I’m still holding on to yesterday
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| Fire in the horizon, dawn is staring away
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| Morning is coming with its familiar ache
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| I remember the last time you stood in this place
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| You didn’t have nothing to say, couldn’t even look at my face
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| I know nothing is changing, you still got nothing to say
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| But I’m still holding on to yesterday
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| I’m in a portrait of you, but I’m nowhere around
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| You got your foot in a square of lying on the ground
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| I guess that it’s summer, and the sun enter the room
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| The seeds of our silence have all started to bloom
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| I hear you’re building a woman where we used to play
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| But I’m still holding on to yesterday
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| I hear you’re building a woman where we used to play
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| But I’m still holding on to yesterday
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| I’m still holding on to yesterday
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| I’m still holding on to yesterday |