Ryan Winford - Minor Tragedy | Текст песни

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• Ryan Winford
• Minor Tragedy

I see the empty calendar
Where assorted birthdays used to be
And so on
The truck is in the front yard
The back is full of empty spaces
Waiting to swallow everything

I'm sitting on the swing set
Where you and I first met
I'm eight years old and you are ten
Well, it took me seven years to
Discover I could kiss you
And that's how I remember life began

Don't say that distance means nothing
That how you feel will never fade
There's no way that we could recover from
What you call a minor tragedy

I see the empty living room
Between those walls we carved out all our dreams
But now they're gone
And I'm dying for a phone call
I was such a fool to think that you
Would ever make a sacrifice for me

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