Good friday came early, some might say that¡¯s just as well
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It¡¯s a wreckingball afternoon, leave everything where it fell
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And the things that were said still ring in your head.
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You¡¯d give anything to be wrong
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But there¡¯s no turning back, too late¡¯s come + gone
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Now it¡¯s somerville avenue rain and the night¡¯s coming down
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And you¡¯re looking for someone to blame in an innocent town
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On the road all alone, getting further from home,
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Every step that you take feels so long
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But there¡¯s no turning back, too late¡¯s come + gone
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I remember the light in your eyes put the neon to shame.
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And the smoke hidden deep in your throat when you¡¯d whisper my name.
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Oh the road is so rough, it¡¯s all been enough,
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I got no idea how we go on.
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But there¡¯s no turning back. too late¡¯s come and gone.
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Hallelulia.
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Too Late
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| Kris Delmhorst |
