| I wanted forever
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| But you told me you’d never go (go)
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| And I’m tracing the outline
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| Of my memories framed in gold
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| And I’m watching the sunset
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| Before the year went cold
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| Chasing the light of an empty glow
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| And I wonder… if we were a work of art
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| Going 75 down that old road
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| Where we dreamt of growing old
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| No longer…
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| Now I’m falling, I’m falling apart
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| I’m falling, I’m falling apart
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| I wanted forever
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| But you told me you’d never go (go!)
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| A whole year without you
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| Surprised that you never wrote
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| Oh, do you remmber, back in Decembr?
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| We were in each others arms in Central Park (Central Park)
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| Now I’m laying alone here, starting to wonder
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| If what we left in New York was a work of art
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| Now I’m falling, I’m falling apart
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| I’m falling, I’m falling apart
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| Now I’m stuck in my head
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| I take back the things I said
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| Know we’d never reach heaven but
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| I’d do it again
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| Go back to the night you left
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| Pick up the shattered pieces
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| I’m stuck in my head
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| I take back the things I said
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| Know we’d never reach heaven but
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| I’d do it again
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| Go back to the night you left
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| Pick up the shattered pieces
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| Now I’m falling, I’m falling apart
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| I’m falling, I’m falling
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| Now I’m falling, I’m falling apart
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| I’m falling, I’m falling |