| Cold as ice, the ground on my skin Paralyzed from all the breaking
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| I should get up, really I should get up,
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| I know
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| There’s a place off in the future,
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| where I’ll be moving forward
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| Where your face looks less familiar,
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| and I’ll be moving on but it’s not tonight, no tonight
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| I’m Gonna take my time,
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| gonna let your memory cripple me
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| Yea, tonight I’m gonna take my precious time
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| All the days, we’d go walking
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| In the still landscapes, the birds were flying
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| I should be one, of those birds now,
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| I know
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| There’s a place off in the future,
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| where I’ll be moving forward
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| Where your face looks less familiar,
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| I’ll be moving on but it’s not tonight,
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| no tonight I
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| I’m Gonna take my time,
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| gonna let your memory cripple me
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| Yea, I know I’m gonna take my precious time
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| They say it’s not the time to be prideful
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| They say I’m pourin' salt in my own wound
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| Tell me another man’ll come along
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| There will be a day where this will go away And it’s not tonight,
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| no tonight I’m Gonna take my time, gonna let your memory cripple me
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| Yea, tonight I’m gonna take
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| my precious time |