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Words and Music by Andrea Heins
November 21, 2001

A strangely empty room
Except a broken bottle lies
On the floor where carpet screams
Of other, better times

Stains who's stories I can tell
Crushed into the weave
Begging to be noticed still
Though all have had to leave

Incremental pain
Is climbing up again
As I accept those days are gone
And no one is to blame

Love has been away as long as
Peeling paint implies
While people once so intertwined
Disconnect their lives

Dusting walls, the fingerprints
I find are all the same
As the ones impressed here, on my heart
Each one has a name

Incremental pain
Is receding again
'Cause I'm grateful that, although they're gone
For a while, at least they came

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