A photograph you took sits in the corner of my room
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i'd throw it away, but it's too soon to let you go
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and i have made my plans
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i will erase you from my mind
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i only need a little time to let you go
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so i'll throw my keys into the basket
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and make my way to bed
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it's funny how they ritual things
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can help to clear your head...
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and my attempts at love are not worth speaking of
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but, my dear friend, i'll try again...
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My Dear Friend
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Sherwood |