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All That's Left
03:45
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I've been stuck in a hotel room
With the world outside turning dark
Hold loosely to things I thought
Would mean something at all
But you took me there
Somehow on the crowded streets
Take in the air
Your eyes still shine at me
Looked at the pieces that were broken
Somehow you still looked complete
You were never meant to be a stranger
You were always meant to be
You're afraid of being honest
But you're all that's left of me
You're all that's left
You're all that's left
Spent the whole day on Friday
Lost in my own head
The next day is when it mattered
I felt you nearer every moment that passed
You were never meant to be a stranger
You were always meant to be
You're afraid of being honest
But you're all that's left of me
You're all that's left
You're all that's left
You were never meant to be a stranger
You were always meant to be
You're afraid of being honest
But you're all that's left of me
You're all that's left
You were never meant to be a stranger
You were always meant to be
You're afraid of being honest
But you're all that's left of me
You're all that's left
You're all that's left
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2. |
Flower
03:52
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If I could tell you what it's worth
It might outlast the passing Earth
I've been afraid to give it all
Finally give up what we know
You weren't the safe bet
But I felt something changing
When you took my hand
I felt something change inside of me
I can let this be
What it was was always meant to be
I guess I'm rewriting the story
I guess I'm rewriting everything
This is the first time I feel like I'm a mess
But you keep telling me I find the best of you
Lift my eyes to the sky
I can still smell the flowers in your hair
She was the flower girl at her own parents wedding
Doesn't show the scars beneath her smile
She always seems to take a while
To speak like you know me but it's all in your head
You were the brightest star when I'm a world away
But I still can't find the words to say
I'm a routine lover at best
Caught up in my own regrets
You somehow look past it all to me
Something I could never be
I guess I'm rewriting the story
I guess I am
This is the first time I feel like I'm a mess
But you keep telling me I find the best of you
Lift my eyes to the sky
I can still smell the flowers in your hair
Lately I've been a stranger
But something passing through my mind says
I was never meant to let go
I am too young to follow
In the footsteps of all of the broken men I've found
This is the first time I feel like I'm a mess
But you keep telling me I find the best of you
Lift my eyes to the sky
I can still smell the flowers in your hair
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3. |
Seventeen
04:08
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Body's laying in a box
Six feet under
I never took the time
Now I'm left to wonder
I felt a ghost in the hallway
Think I saw you from afar
Try to feel like he knew you
Instead of ink I wear a scar
I wish you could know me now
Come back from the grave somehow
See you at the four-way
In the center of the town
Wave like you knew that I'd see you again
I feel every heartbeat
Every time you run through my head
Been dreaming of a place you don't belong
Convinced myself that maybe you're just gone
Never see you driving down the street again
Can't get it out of my head
That maybe you're just gone
I felt a ghost in the hallway
Thought it was you
Can't help but hoping that you might stay
For a minute, maybe a few
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