A Week at the Most

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Fireside - Pop

A Week at the Most

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Am I forgotten and alone I try to manage on my own The memory grows cold And my eyes dry out Didn't she tell me I was the one? How come she tried Three years in a row? Her hair in my mouth Her annoying sighs She said I was good sometimes A week at the most I tried to make up to that But now all is lost I found her crying at the shore And I was too dumb to let her go I miss that sand and I miss that snow

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