The Winter Passing - Gold Blend PT2 | Текст песни

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Lead me up the garden path, laying stones on the dead soil. It seems like it was inevitable that nothing here was ever going to blossom again.
Don’t you dare go writing one of your pathetic letters that I don’t want to read. I know you said you’re sorry a thousand times already but at 4am at night, that doesn’t mean shit.
I sat on a park bench near the house you use to live in and I thought about the nights we use to spend and how you pull me down each day and how every day we’re growing shorter.
Last night when I was walking through Streamstown, I realized that I’m better off without you here.

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