| In the corner, beside my window
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| There hangs a lonely photograph
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| There is no reason, I’d never notice
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| A memory that could hold me back
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| There is a wound that’s always bleeding
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| There is a road I’m always walking
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| And I know you’ll never return to this place
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| Gone through days without talking
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| There is a comfort in silence
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| So used to losing all ambition
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| Struggling to maintain what’s left
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| There is a wound that’s always bleeding
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| There is a road I’m always walking
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| And I know you’ll never return to this place
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| Once undone, there is only smoke
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| Burning in my eyes to blind
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| To cover up what really happened
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| Force the darkness unto me
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| There is a wound that’s always bleeding
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| There is a road I’m always walking
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| And I know you’ll never return to this place |