| The miles I’ve traveled now seem like withered time
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| Fixated on the rear view when I can’t see ahead
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| For me to view a reflection without corruption
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| So a past won’t dictate a present
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| Months pass, sitting still, thinking in this box
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| Where my thoughts are not friendly nor hopeful
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| This weak mind and body crumble
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| Who we were will never be the same
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| We’ll never relive the feeling
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| Love we made, we let it slip away
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| And I just can’t face it
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| I can feel it coming on living inside
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| Calling me right back to you
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| My regret meets no resistance
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| And I endorse this torment to feel
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| If you exhaust a heart of love
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| Is the pumping of blood still enough?
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| Do the limbs go numb?
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| Who we were will never be the same
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| We’ll never relive the feeling
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| Love we made, we let it slip away
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| And I just can’t face it
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| Who we were will never be the same
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| We’ll never relive the feeling
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| Love we made, we let it slip away
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| And I just can’t face it
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| My fictional friend, conducting me piece by piece
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| I feel your cold blank stare cast on me
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| I don’t ask to be mended
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| Just understand my words and hear me out
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| All the passion has faded
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| All the fire has burned out
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| How could I see it coming?
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| This electrifying high that we would grow to resent
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| I can feel it coming on living inside
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| Calling me right back to you |