| I used to hold you close,
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| But now your picture frames
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| They’re the closest you will ever be to me
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| And I rejoice at our dismissal
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| Like I’ve finally been set free
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| And now our pictures drift
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| They drift farther
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| And farther and farther away
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| And the pieces of our
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| Relationship become nothing more
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| Than curbside clutter
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| Than curbside clutter
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| So I’ll kiss the morning air and fly away
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| Fly away from here today, today, today
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| And I’ll kiss the morning air and fly away
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| Fly away from here today
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| You better take a seat, yeah, stay a while
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| I’m about to wear you out
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| And I’m not afraid to tell
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| You what this is all about
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| Now the world around me is slowly blending together
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| Like a wheel of colors
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| Are we so different you and I Are we so different you and I You loved me, and I loved you not
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| There’s the door
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| Don’t let it hit you on the way out
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| I got it all planned out,
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| I’ll drive out to the edge of your yard
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| And we’ll rip our tear drenched photographs apart
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| And watch them drift over the rooftops of this lonely southern town
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| Now I don’t care,
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| If you cry for an entire year
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| But by then I hope you can make your peace |