She turns her face to the wall, she sees hew sorrow there
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Puts out her hand to touch it again and again
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Fingernail marks in the morning, wallpaper silhouettes
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The signs of her yesterdays can't ever be wiped away
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She thought that I would care
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Thought that I'd be there, think again
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Your face I've seen in visions in silver rippling sky
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No feelings, reactions as I pass you by
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Weeks compressed to minutes, this time is her time
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Let me just once, be cruel without being kind
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She thought that I would care
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Thought that I'd be there, think again
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She thought that I would care
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Thought that I'd be there, think again, no more shines
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Time Of Her Time
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