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lost souls
There are spilt ashes on the floor.
You’re waiting by the door.
You turn the lock, don’t look back;
I’ve seen this all before.
From what my memory has left,
Of the moments I can’t take back.
I would apologize and run myself dry,
From the times I can regret.
We were running through the fields,
Open woods and West Virginia hills.
We were a Cobalt flying through tolls.
I was gambling with my eyes closed.
Because in the end,
We were two hearts with lost souls.
You’re waiting by the door.
You turn the lock, don’t look back;
I’ve seen this all before.
From what my memory has left,
Of the moments I can’t take back.
I would apologize and run myself dry,
From the times I can regret.
We were running through the fields,
Open woods and West Virginia hills.
We were a Cobalt flying through tolls.
I was gambling with my eyes closed.
Because in the end,
We were two hearts with lost souls.
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