I took the long way
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I took the low road
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And when I got home
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It was morning, where'd the time go?
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She sat waiting
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She had her coat on
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Said, "This can't go on."
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Guess the truth was just a stone's throw
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A flower blossomed
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but the summer ended years ago
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The autumn spared us,
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but the winter has not been so kind
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And we don't feel the sun no more, we're just dying on the vine
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Door slam echo
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Gone for certain
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Behind drawn curtain
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I watch her through the window
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Floating backwards
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I see her shining
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A light so blinding
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Makes you wonder where it all goes
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A flower blossomed...
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Ancient photograph
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The way that we both laughed
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Looked like we'd stay like that forever
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But outside the picture frame
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The deepest truths change like the weather
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They change just like the weather
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A flower blossomed...
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Dying On The Vine
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| The Gathering Field |
