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Apr 2015
I'm leaving you behind
I know I said I never would
But im leaving you behind
We always have been two shoes
wrapped around a telephone wire
But you know our soles are rotting
Its time to go
Oh, you know ill miss you so
But its time to grow apart
Raindrops fall on my head like little jagged knives
Cutting into the shelter
that houses all the memories
Maybe I should leave my umbrella,
and let the rain wash away the pain
I'll never take you for granted again
Humbled by a storm
Better to have never loved at all
George van Horn
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George van Horn
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