You held the door
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Looking over your shoulder
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Face to the floor
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It was already over
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They took a good look at you
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They knew that you couldn't follow through
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Just stood there and laughed at you
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What could I do?
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Warm sand underneath my feet
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No promises left for you to keep
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Fortune smiling back at me
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Forgetting the things that couldn't be
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I pulled at your dress
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But you took no notice
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You left me to guess
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Your desperate motives
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Left here as unfamiliar eyes
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Held you and pushed me aside
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Aching with blame I
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Watched from inside
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Warm sand underneath my feet
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No promises left for you to keep
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Fortune smiling back at me
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Forgetting the things that couldn't be
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The things that might have been
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The things that should have been
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It's all I'd ever dream of
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It's all I'd ever hope to touch whenever I'd reach out
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Warm sand underneath my feet
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No promises left for you to keep
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Fortune smiling back at me
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Forgetting
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Warm sand underneath my feet
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No promises left for you to keep
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Fortune smiling back at me
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Forgetting the things that could have been
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The things that might have been
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The things that should have been
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Warm Sand
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| Tina Dico |
