Laid our blessings on the ground,
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The softening of sound
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Draws us closed again
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Stay, stay and watch the coals
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Till they cease to glow
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Like empty promises
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Why, Why did you go, why did you go away?
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Why, Why did you go, why did you go away?
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Baby?
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There's nothing I can say
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Nothing I can do
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To bring you back again
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This of life I know is true
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It's all a falling through
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And so I reach for you
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Why, Why did you go, why did you go away?
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Why, Why did you go, why did you go away?
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Don't you care
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That it may seem unfair?
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(You steal things you ought to borrow)
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Don't you find
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That it may seem unkind?
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(I'd rather breathe than drown in sorrow)
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Why, why did you go
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Why did you go away baby
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A Falling Through
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Ray Lamontagne |