| Marching to the beat of a near end song
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| Your crystal facade cracks quietly
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| With the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind
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| I continue trying to give you the key
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| But your foot’s already in the door
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| One hand on the phone
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| The other on a blank picture frame
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| Left alone to remember all the wonderful memories we never had together
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| There were no memories for us to have
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| Move your hair from your face and look me in the eyes
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| With the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind
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| I continue trying to give you the key
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| But your foot’s already in the door
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| Forced to forget tomorrow
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| Each breath becomes more precious than the last
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| Drastic weather changes make me tired
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| Hopefully the worst has passed me now
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| Flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress
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| Your intentions were more fair than your skin
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| It hurts to smile when your indecisive ways
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| Freeze my emotionless expressions
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| Marching to the beat of a near end song
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| Your crystal facade cracks quietly
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| With the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind
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| I continue trying to give you the key |
| But your foot’s already in the door
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| Flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress
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| Your intentions were more fair than your skin
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| Over and over again, I seem to lose my mind
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| Like a leaf in the wind of the most atrocious of hurricanes
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| Carelessly and directionless it floats away
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| Goodbye |