| How many days since we’ve spoken
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| How many times have you tried
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| To mend the pieces of my broke-broken heart.
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| Don’t tell me everything’s over
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| Don’t take the sun from my eye
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| It’s much too late to be alone.
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| When our love grows old
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| And the flower gets cold
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| I will scream out, should I live.
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| 'Till there is no room to die
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| When the colors fade, on the world we’ve made
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| I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying.
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| When our love grows old
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| And the flower gets cold
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| I will scream out, should I live.
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| Too late, too long to mention
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| Too wide to keep it inside
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| This renovation of my wound-wounded soul.
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| You are the wind of adventure
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| You are the sun in my eye
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| You are the one who keeps me whole.
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| When our love grows old
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| And the flower gets cold
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| I will scream out, should I live.
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| 'Till there is no room to die
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| When the colors fade, on the world we’ve made
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| I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying.
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| When our love grows old
|
| And the flower gets cold
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| When our love grows old
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| And the flower gets cold
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| (When our love grows old).
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| How many days since we’ve spoken
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| How many times have you tried
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| (And the flower gets cold).
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| To mend the pieces of my broke-broken heart
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| (When our love grows old)
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| Don’t tell me everything’s over.
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| Don’t take the sun from my eye
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| (And the flower gets cold)
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| It’s much too late to be alone. |