When I need your empty hand
You find somebody new
When all the pain turn into blue
There's nothing I can prove
And when it all has been washed away
Did not expect to be the hardest part
All our fading silhouettes
Have gone away
Sounds like you
Driving miles in the city dawn
All the ghosts turn into smoke
There is nothing I can do, I can do
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