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A dark clear sky above our heads
You¡¯re tongue is cold but still your heart it bleeds for something more
Bittersweet memories from my bed
Haunt your world of trust that crumbles in between my hands

But still I see there¡¯s no way out
You think you¡¯ve gone somewhere, but there¡¯s no way I¡¯m leaving you behind

So I¡¯m goin¡¯ now but you know that I¡¯ll come back
You know I don¡¯t give up that easy
But before you think I¡¯m gone for good
Our story¡¯s not yet over, the timing¡¯s just not right for me tonight

A common life just shoved aside
Uncommon bearing of a word that¡¯s just been thrown around
Rescued by our senseless style
Without a chance you say you¡¯re tired of all this pain inside

Tonight you turned your eyes from me
But there¡¯s some things that you don¡¯t see
You can¡¯t get what you want from me right now

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The Timing
Ingram Hill



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