All the photographs are peeling
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and colors turn to gray, he stayed
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in his room with memories for days, he faced
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an undertow of future¡¯s laid to waste, embraced
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by the loss of one he could not replace
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and there's no reason that she'd passed
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and there is no god with a plan, it's sad
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and his loneliness is proof, it's sad
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he could only love you, it¡¯s sad
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the door swings through a passing fable
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a fate we may delay, we say
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holding on, live within our embrace
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eleven nights, he laid in bed
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hoping that dreams will bring her back, it's sad
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and his loneliness is cruel, it¡¯s sad
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he could only love you, it's sad
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holding his last breath, believing
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he'll make his way
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but she's not forgotten
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he's haunted
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he's searching for escape
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if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent
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and his loneliness is proof, it's sad
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he will always love you, he said
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Sad
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| Pearl Jam |
