behind her eyes there's curtains...
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and they've been closed to hide the flames, remains...
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she knows their future's burning, but she can smile just the same, same...
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and though her mood is fine today
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there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways
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standing, like a statue
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a chin of stone, a heart of clay, hey...
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and though he's too big a man to say
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there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways
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drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away...
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drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away...
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Parting Ways
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| Pearl Jam |
