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Nov 2014
A hell of ride
But everything ends in time
And we'd seen all the things that we wanted to see
In that cold war that was you and me

Its all been a lie
We played out parts in a long goodbye
And we found ourselves in an empty space
And we'd lost all the thing we couldn't replace

And the long drive home
Was the bitterest silence to share
But we just didn't care.

We ran out of road
Both carrying our own load
And that thing we called trust
Was just ground into dust

The days were too long
To be playing that same old song
And the threads became frayed
From that promises we betrayed

Every act we played
Was filling the space in between
Till we reached the last scene…
Jonathan Mock
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Jonathan Mock
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   ---, CapsLock and Rosy Kay
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