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I don`t want to come back here, to this place.
It`s a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don`t want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.

And the glass in the trees, and all you left here, 
Reflects everything that I missed.

And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you`d sing.
And I won`t ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.

And the glass in the trees, and all you left here, 
Reflects everything that I missed.

Slow down.

I`ll try and make it up to you.

They`ve cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you`re still here, then we`re waiting.

We`ll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that`s wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I`ll deserve every bit. because I`m not spiritual yet.
I`m just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
And it`s not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I`m not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.

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