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Past the roaring sFhore
I have nothing lEmeft to hCear
I'm chasing all the wFords
But everything you Emsay I only Csee
But honestly it's fFine
When I mention Emhow I Dmlove Cyou
It's Dmall I Cdo, even as I sEmtray
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We have the cold to kFeep
I'm not sure I sEmtill belCieve
My most is nothing mFore
Than a place we've bEmeen befCore
We'll draw and drag it Fon
I'm telling you I'm tEmrying
To Dmhear this oCut
I want Dmnothing more to dCoubt
A little bit of sBmhame
Which of yourBbselves is tCruly gGone?
And checked out so lBmong
BbUnhinged, unDmwound
GCome help me Bmon
BbTo let lie what's Dmdone
GIn some great beBmyond
BbYou're still there, still Dmas you weGreBm Bb Dm
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At the end of the lFine
It is as if there's Emno time at Call
Nothing left to Fwin
Every pleasure bEmurned to the Cwick
Content to be aFlone
A quiet picture dEmrawn each Dmday before it eCnds
To reDmmind me once aCgain
Why I'm even hBmere
Which of yourBbselves is tCruly gGone?
And checked out so lBmong
BbUnhinged, unDmwound
GCome help me Bmon
BbTo let lie what's Dmdone
GIn some great beBmyond
BbYou're still there, still Dmas you weGre
GBmBbDm
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