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Stories
Come and go
Things I
Don't wanna know
I see you
In myself
Drifting by
No need for help
Heavy sighs
With no chance
To say goodbye
I painted a picture
Of your love
Still pick up the pieces
Twelve years on
How do you live with that?
A fleeting feeling
That you're not coming back
If you can hear me
Show me a sign
If you can hear me
Just blink twice
I painted a picture
Of your love
Still pick up the pieces
Twelve years on
How do you live with that?
A fleeting feeling
That you're not coming back
