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so glad you made your escape
got out before it's too late
but all these pictures of you
are only salt in the wound
but the colder it gets
it's getting harder to feel
and time must need something to feel
well i'd tread lightly tonight
knowing what waits on the other side
you can't expect me to sleep
knowing what lurks in the deep
but the darker it gets
it's getting harder to see
so don't you regret about me
well i got nothing to say
at least to you since you ran away
but i hope the memory you see
is what you want it to be
but the farther it gets
it's getting harder to smile
but, gee, it was nice for a while
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