these blue skies have turned grey.
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our years have long departed.
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the only thing we have left are memories.
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to you she has already walked away.
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will we ever cherish our time
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or do we toss like the docks along the ohio.
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it is sad to see you choke on your own bitterness.
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choke on it and i will watch you drown in yourself.
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go ahead and push away the hand that is open.
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push on me again and i will walk away
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Unsteady Docks Along The Ohio
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| Symphony In Peril |
