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"Slow Fade"
We've both been down this same
road before; still got a lot of open
wounds, and, a whole lot of closed
doors
They say, "How could You dare ever
ask for more; when you never really
know, just what the future has in
store"
But, one thing I know that'll never
leave, is that you'll never really forget
me, in all of your hearts fondest memories
So, just when you think that it's all
gone, it's never really gone; there's
always something deep inside that
continues to linger on
And, when you're sitting there one
night alone, and, the tears began
to flow like rivers, just remember
that, my piece of you that's still
buried deep, came up and kicked
when you expected it the least
But, it always goes this way; we
never really see it coming until
it's to far gone, and, hard to
reach now... because, it's a
slow fade
We don't see it happening; we
just see the consequences
that it creates... and, then
we wonder if it's to late to
retrace the steps, and,
bring it back again...
But, usually -
Just when you think tthat'st's all
gone, it's never really all that far
from your heart; there's always
something hidden deep inside
your heart that lingers on
So, when you're sitting there one
night thinking that you've moved
on, and, the tears begin to flow
like rivers, just remember that,
my piece of you that's buried
so deep inside, resurfaced
and kicked you when you
expected it the least
Because...
it's a slow fade, but, it goes away
gradually
road before; still got a lot of open
wounds, and, a whole lot of closed
doors
They say, "How could You dare ever
ask for more; when you never really
know, just what the future has in
store"
But, one thing I know that'll never
leave, is that you'll never really forget
me, in all of your hearts fondest memories
So, just when you think that it's all
gone, it's never really gone; there's
always something deep inside that
continues to linger on
And, when you're sitting there one
night alone, and, the tears began
to flow like rivers, just remember
that, my piece of you that's still
buried deep, came up and kicked
when you expected it the least
But, it always goes this way; we
never really see it coming until
it's to far gone, and, hard to
reach now... because, it's a
slow fade
We don't see it happening; we
just see the consequences
that it creates... and, then
we wonder if it's to late to
retrace the steps, and,
bring it back again...
But, usually -
Just when you think tthat'st's all
gone, it's never really all that far
from your heart; there's always
something hidden deep inside
your heart that lingers on
So, when you're sitting there one
night thinking that you've moved
on, and, the tears begin to flow
like rivers, just remember that,
my piece of you that's buried
so deep inside, resurfaced
and kicked you when you
expected it the least
Because...
it's a slow fade, but, it goes away
gradually
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