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F#mF#mADA
Even Athough I still sting from the words you threw at Eme D
There's no Apleasure at all from watching you fall to your Eknees
'Cause the Dtables have turned and I'm finally learning to Alive and forgive and let Dgo
There's no sweet reAvenge at Dlove's angry Aend and we Eall need to Aknow
When the last curtain Afalls with a final goodbye
And the bitter cold Gdarkness of Dnight floods the days of our Alight
With the silence so F#mloud Dwe can?t feel at Aall D
There?s no Areason or Dcause to Acheer or appDlause when the Elast curtain Afalls
The irony is that you?re wearing the look I once wore
And in truth I?ve longed for this moment to settle the score
But it?s not all clear now that I?m hearing you echo the thoughts of my sould
The justice of time is not really mine and I want you to know
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