The Last of Our Kind - The Decline | Текст песни

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It's getting way too fucking hard to remember your face.
I miss your voice and even more or so,
The way your lips taste.
We always knew things would change,
But not when that day would come.
But when it did I felt like dining on the barrel of a gun.
Now that times have changed and all I have are memories,
Nothing seems to help because you're gone and overseas.
Just know I hope you're happy loving life with each breath.
'Cause everyday I think about you,
God I miss you to death.
God I miss you to death.
God I miss you to death.
God I miss you to death.
God I miss you to death.
I wish our eyes could meet for just one last time.
Remember what it's like to feel warm inside (warm inside).
If I tallied all the hours I burnt thinking of you,
The ashes I'd have left could blot out the blue.
So as I cast these grey skies upon my troubled self,
I take a breath,
Blow off the dust and put your face back on the shelf.
What's a life worth living,
When each day feels like your last?


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