| I came up to our house, with barren feet and empty handed
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| You weren’t here in a long time, but your ghost still haunts these walls
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| Over all these years, we slowly lost each others sight
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| We tried everything just not to forget, but this life has no clean brakes
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| So now that you’re gone I’ve got no more reason to croak in this place
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| Alas this formerly lively area now turned out just bleak and lonesome
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| So why should I stay, why should I scrape a living by disgrace
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| When almost every other spot in this world seems to have more meaning than this
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| one?
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| I keep on starring at these blank walls, where our pictures hung
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| As they indicate: My former home became a grave!
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| «I am happy», is something we haven’t said for a while
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| We didn’t succed to win this fight together, but at least we tried!
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| At least I tried!
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| All these sore memories, hidden in a heartshaped-box
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| Which I buried so deep, within the power of man
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| But the day will dawn, when I’m going to rake over their ashes
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| And scatter them into the river, that once flooded this place
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| Run as fast as your legs will carry you away from me
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| I just brought you misfortune and the sands of time are running out
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| But with every minute that’s elapsing, the spleen is decreasing
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| And when a few years have past, you won’t be able to recall my face |