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3am and wide awake
My head is heavy flipping spinning swimming In a pool of tears and memories Of you Had a plan, it was perfect Held my gun, cocked and loaded Don't be hasty, or you'd miss it Drew too soon, could have hit it Yeah I missed it. You were gone, I'm left haunted Had our fun, it was worth it It was worth it. I try and swing your way once more But I see only pigtails I see only pigtails Hello, your back it's cold Your shoulder Used to be so warm But now It's cold, it's over Why don't you face me? One last time If only I can see you One last time If only you would listen I'd be fine One last time I'd be fine I'd be fine.
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