what became of everyone i used to know?where did our respectable convictions go?your words dont’ match teh story that your actions show, but what do i know?i’m sure you cn’t help but rememberingI thought that you’d be one not to forget,but remembering’s not helping you yet.say goodnight means goodbye.i know you thought my life would
come tomorrow i’ll be on my way back homein the morning call from a roadside telephoneone night doesn’t mean the reast of my lifeif i go it’s not impossible but possible is probably wrongso, let go because i’m afraid to tryi’ll keep myhands by my sidei won’t come backi hope someday you’ll understand i want
Frankie died just the other night Some say it was suicide But we know How the story goes With his six string knife And his street-wise pride The boy was a man before his time And she knew All their dreams would come true But ya see Frankie was fast He was too fast to
I think I’ve waited long enough. Our world was once forget-me-nots And now I wait another year. Now I wait another year. I need you here. I think I’ve heard this one before, But it’s not you walking through my door. And now I wait another year. Now I wait another year. I need you
I didn’t take that blow to heart You couldn’t tear our home apart You anything you wanted everything I don’t have brusies I can show Scars from abuse without a blow You anything you wanted everything You don’t owe anything to me I didn’t take that blow to heart You couldn’t tear our home apart
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