| Stained glass patterns porcelain
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| Your watercolors running
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| All your paintings are fading from the walls
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| Miss, I miss the way you breathe
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| The way you twitch in your sleep
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| Your smile, your straight teeth
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| And the scars along on your cheeks
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| Ooh, ooh, I should have wrote that letter
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| You looked beautiful in white but I stayed home, oh
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| Could never live without you, but I guess I’ll have to
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| You’re gone, gone, gone
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| All the promises, vows under the covers
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| We would play pretend my love
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| But it was real to me
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| Now I waste my days away
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| I know I can’t recover
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| There’s no love lost, but I’ll be forever yours
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| Walk the grove we’d always go
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| Where the summer made our shadows tall
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| I look out for them, but now there’s only one
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| Run my hands through winter grass
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| Pretend I feel your warmth again
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| But the grass is cold and dead
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| My pain might never end
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| Ooh, ooh, that cathedral hall
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| And that ivy wall, aisle I’ll never know, oh
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| Could never live without you, but I guess I’ll have to
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| You’re gone, gone, gone
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| All the promises, vows under the covers
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| We would play pretend my love
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| But it was real to me
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| Now I waste my days away
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| I know I can’t recover
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| There’s no love lost, but I’ll be forever yours
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| Forever yours, forever yours
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| No love lost, but I’ll be forever yours
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| Forever yours, forever yours
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| No love lost, but I’ll be forever yours
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| Place my bouquet of old regrets
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| Drop the weight of my sins
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| The ground takes in the better man I could have been
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| All the promises, vows under the covers
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| We would play pretend my love
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| But it was real to me
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| Now I waste my days away
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| I know I can’t recover
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| There’s no love lost, but I’ll be forever yours
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| Forever yours, forever yours
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| No love lost, but I’ll be forever yours
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| Forever yours, forever yours
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| No love lost, but I’ll be forever yours |