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Space, and Other Miracles.
Pass me along, like a stone in the water.
Call off the search.
I'm in too deep,
I don't wish for anyone to bother.
I know you've been done with me.
I know you don't miss me.
If we could just be
Different people then what we were,
we'd have a different life,
And I'd get along with myself easily.
You buried our love, and hid every shovel in town.
I've traveled the world, learning techniques
on how to dig using my fingernails.
It's no wonder I forgot where it's buried.
I never paid much attention and I apologize.
Call off the search.
I'm in too deep,
I don't wish for anyone to bother.
I know you've been done with me.
I know you don't miss me.
If we could just be
Different people then what we were,
we'd have a different life,
And I'd get along with myself easily.
You buried our love, and hid every shovel in town.
I've traveled the world, learning techniques
on how to dig using my fingernails.
It's no wonder I forgot where it's buried.
I never paid much attention and I apologize.
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