| You are fading away in pieces and parts
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| Like old china and glass, in fragments and shards
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| Moment by moment, a day at a time
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| By the side of the road, in the dark of the night
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| You are leaving me here like the seasons will do
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| Leaving nothing behind but I know it was you
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| That walked where I walk now, that stood where I stand
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| Some phantom performing a strange sleight of hand
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| And the places I see are returning once more
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| To the places I knew them to be long before
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| They merged with your laugh
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| They locked with your eyes
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| I have almost regained them
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| Along with my stride
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| You are turning to nothing like ash off a fire
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| As it rises and floats up higher and higher
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| As the flame slowly dies and the fire turns cold
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| Like the color of sky the higher you go
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| And the world that I see is returning once more
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| To the world that I knew it be long before
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| It had merged with your laugh
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| It had locked with your eyes
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| I’ve been letting it go, with all my goodbyes
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| You are blurring like memory and falling like dust
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| On old wedding bouquets, the roses and rust
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| On the wheel, on the mantle
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| In the quiet of day
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| You are vanishing slowly
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| You are fading away |