June
Sunday 21 March 2010 photo 1/1
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The door was always open
But still not nearly enough to let me in
And my eyes are wide awake,
And I can see you clearly, but you don't stand out one bit
I was always loud enough just for you to hear me
You never caught the wind
Now watch me break
Breakdown this time, this time again
But I don't know the way out of this mess
No, I don't know the way out of this mess
And if you would've seen me at my best
Would it have changed anything at all?
Remember when
We never had to remember when times were better
When times were better than this
We never had to remember when times were better
When times were better than this
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