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In crisp dry leaves untouched from a summer last
Is a face on a paper I read before it passed
That ran from my hands to the creeping soft grass
It was the last time I remember seeing a face around here...
Early in the eve, or late afternoon
The memories of life scattered across this dark lonely gloom
I remembered it so clear, it was night, or day, or dry or rain...
Well I guess, it doesn't matter anymore.
On the day she left, I'd never lived
And on the day she left, I thought I'd give
A faint heart departed
You said that I'd never amount to, be a man who's finally about to
Be so forunate and proud to, finally be happy and free without you.
The park air grew cold in that phase of the moon
And like kids we sat in the cold consumed
With fears and thoughts and prayers of something new
That never amounted to anything to anyone but you
On the day she left, I'd never lived
And on the day she left, I thought I'd give
A faint heart departed
You said that I'd never amount to, be a man who's finally about to
Be so forunate and proud to, finally be happy to be without you.
You left, you lied, you took, I cried, for more and shut the door to my life
Your hand, constricts, me down to my bed, the chains that close a new chapter in time
And they take you away, and the games that we played
Are inane, not ashamed of living the rest of my life
Even on the day we died, I'd never lived
And on the day you left, I thought I'd give
But before the day we parted
I thought I'd never doubt you...
You said that I'd never amount to, be a man who's finally about to
Be so forunate and proud to, finally be happy to be without you.