| I woke up to yet another day
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| Grown to expect, expect more of the same
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| Except for, for a subtle change
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| And that is, I’m slowly fading away
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| Harvest moon, soon will pass
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| Crop is gone, left only chaff
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| A bitter pill, and an overcast
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| A flag unfurled, at half mast
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| A year to the day
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| Since you went away
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| A moment in time
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| When you were last mine
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| I’m here standing still
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| Yeah! |
| With more time to kill
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| Hey! |
| I barely survived
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| Yeah, I barely survived
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| Like pouring salt on an open wound
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| Memory filling, filling this empty room
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| I’m as bare, I’m as bare, as a barren womb
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| Still like the air, in a whitewash tomb
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| Ahhhhh…
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| A year to the day!
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| Year to the day!
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| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah!
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| A year to the day!
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| Three sixty-five!
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| Three sixty-five, five, fiiive!
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| Ahhhhh… |