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| She grabs her magazines, Sge packs her things and she goes. She leaves the pictures hanging on the walls, she burns all her notes and she knws, she's been her too few years to feel this old. He smokes his cigarette, she stays outside til its gone, if anybody's ever had a heart, then he wouldn't be alone. he knws, she's been here too few years to be gone. And we always say it'd be good to away, someday but if there's nothing there to make things change, if it's the same for you I'll just hang. The trouble understand, is she got reasons he don't, funny how he couldn't see at all, til she grabbed up her coat, and she goes, she's been here too few years to take it all in her stride, but still its much too long to let her go (you let her go) and we always say, it would be good to go away someday, but if there's nothing there to make things change, if its the same for you I'll just hang. The same for you I'll always hang, well I always say it'd be good to go away, but if things don't work out like we think and there's nothing there to ease this ache, but if there's nothing there to ake things change if its the same for you I'll just hang |
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