it's not your fault
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i dream of days
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when i can wake up to you
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to be held in your arms
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to be carried over the street for what seemed to be eternity
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displayed eagerly like a prize
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but the times have brought change
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i've accepted the fact that you don't understand me
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it's not your fault
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you were my instructor in life classes
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my mentor in street knowledge
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now we barely see eye to eye
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a faint object in the distance
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and you're the car driving towards it through fog
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i wish we could talk a lot more
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but i know that sometimes
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things fall apart
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no matter what kinds
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of hardships we've been through
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i wouldn't trade this for the world
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you brought me life
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i'm thanking you
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Falling Apart
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| Glasseater |
