| One morning this sadness will fossilize
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| And I will forget how to cry
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| I’ll keep going to work and you won’t see a change
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| Save perhaps a slight gray in my eye
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| I will go jogging routinely
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| Calmly and rhythmically run
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| And when I find that a knife’s sticking out of my side
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| I’ll pull it out without questioning why
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| And then one warm summer night
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| I’ll hear fireworks outside
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| And I’ll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry
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| I will be married to silence
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| The gentleman won’t say a word
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| But you know, oh you know in the quiet he holds
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| Runs a river that will never find home
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| And then one warm summer night
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| I’ll hear fireworks outside
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| And I’ll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry
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| Oh, one warm summer
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| I’ll hear fireworks outside
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| And I’ll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry
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| Cry, cry, cry
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| Cry, cry, cry |