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-We Play On A Real Diamond, Porter-
Decades of photographs and of our memories
fester like ghost, in this old house, they're all thats been left behind
I sit on the stairs, I've been waiting there
chasing thoughts of you and I
It's so cold in here, clutching photographs
of the days we let slip threw our hands
in your, grandmothers house, that still harbours my thoughts of you
they stained the curtains and closets, with that smell of home that never left my clothes
now I look to my, fathers old watch
with dials of rust, and hands that've stopped
as a reminder of, how it once was,
when we were young, time was lost on us
and love led us astray
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I watched the leaves above the lakes over stratford
as they battled with the dying summer winds
I watched as they slowly dried to amber,
and fall like our expectations of another autumn here,
you're like summers I've longed to reclaim
and never before has someone left me this way,
so defeated and so afraid,
my head aches, my hands shake, she said
"place them in mine and i know you'll feel safe again,"
as i reach for her embrace her figure fades
and i cant place the curves of her face,
have i forgotten that which once ment so much to me?
or have I hidden it away?
Now we're far past those days
Far past those days skipping stone across the lake
yeah we're far past those days skipping stone across the lake
getting older, and older and older, and never any wiser,
I'm not excited by anything these days
Now I've felt these days drag like weeks
And weeks turn like seasons that weather me deep in my bones,
I'm alone, I'm alone
I'm alone here, with only this one memory
of how you smiled as i choked on your smile,
a repation that kills me still to this day,
how you smiled as i choked on your smile,
a repation that kills me still to this day
yeah we're far past those days, when we would skip stone across the lake
getting older, and older and older, and never any wiser,
I'm not excited by anything these days
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