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作曲 : Joseph Taylor/Kevin Maida/Nick Casasanto/John Siorek |
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Let’s get some time and distance between us |
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A little further than the mind can see |
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Just give me space to breathe |
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I'm writing down my memories |
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But you’re so stationary |
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This is getting heavy and I want nothing more than to see you |
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How are things back home when I’m gone? |
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It’s getting safe to assume that you’re alone |
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In the same spot where I left you, but I promise I’ll be there soon |
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My mind is set, there’s no turning back |
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My heart is lit and my bags are packed |
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You dropped me off in the pouring rain |
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Then trekked it back to your place |
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Drunk off boredom and apathy |
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To have what you have you don’t need me |
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How are things back home when I’m gone? |
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It’s getting safe to assume that you’re alone |
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In the same spot where I left you, but I promise I’ll be there soon |
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We give our all to hold onto things we should not miss |
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But the grip is never enough inside of broken fists |
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I do not miss |
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The grip is never enough inside of broken fists |
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(I do not miss) |
