Pages burn on a porcelain plate
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The smoke fills the air
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As if all along it was our fate
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Our fate that brought you and I near
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Green shag carpets damp from last nights beer
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You signed your glass with a kiss
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The scent of lipstick everywhere
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Now it rests on a water stained chair
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And the last remaining pieces of you
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Dirty on the ground
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And nothing left to be found between us
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Struggling to relive those moments lost
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You lost a bet when you met me dear
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but I thought I won the lottery
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The smell of smoke still in the air
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Last night proved how wrong I'd be
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But the last remaining pieces of you
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Dirty on the ground
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And nothing left to be found between us
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Struggling to relive those moments
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Lost and dead on the ground
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With nothing left to be found between us
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Breathing in one last breath
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As I inhale the scent of you
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Stale cigarettes
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And red wine residue
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A haunting suggestion of you
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On the tip of my tongue
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Dirty on the ground
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And nothing left to be found between us
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Struggling to relive those moments
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Lost and dead on the ground
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With nothing left to be found between us
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Breathing in one last breath
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As I inhale the scent of you
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Too Late
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| The Dear Hunter |
