There's a box under his bed
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that he never opens up
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but tonight he pulls it out
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cause he's come to look for
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evidence of what he fears:
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senseless tears
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wasted years
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he pulls some relics out
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studies each and every one
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he reads between the lines
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one more time before he
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breaks the spell that held him down
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those sentences that
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sentenced him
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Does nothing last?
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The setting sun becomes a sinking ship;
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chained to the helm?looks like he's going down...
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A love like that
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never should have come
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never should have gone
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As he feeds them to the fire
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one
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by
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one
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he's dimly aware
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he may have learned a thing or two
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but tuition wasn't cheap
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and he's only got these
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foggy notions of what he paid
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as he's burning records of a
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debt of love
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Now he knows sometimes even love is not enough
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a road that forks
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can cleave just like a surgeon's scalpel
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And he finds sometimes he can't even see her face
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it's been so long
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memories fade like old newspaper
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And he fears he'll never find a love like that again
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God only knows
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There must be something better
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A Box Under His Bed
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Admiral Twin |