Tired again, when will it turn around? Wound up tight and ready to unwind. Turn it around one more time. It's getting older each and every day. I found the other way to go now. The sun sets tomorrow but I won't be there. I'll let you know, before I go, without you. All alone, by myself to escape the bitter tongue. Behind my back they're talking trash. And I don't even care. The sun sets tomorrow but I won't be there. I don't know what happened, too much has changed.
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Parting Ways
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