| Your memories stayed even when you left
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| And I tried to do my best, to move on like you said
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| But my heart wouldn’t let me rest
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| So I occupy my time with all that I could find
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| To leave you far behind, but nothing worked
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| Now I painting pictures on the canvas of my mind
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| You’re still with me
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| Using the lines of my poor heart
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| Like a paint, by numbers gotten to what it used to be
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| Oh now I, painting pictures
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| It’s like this brush can’t heal the past
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| Because every color brings you back
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| When I feel like I’m off track
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| And I hurt so bad then
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| Yeah |