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Just Another Love Song
Time is seldom kind to those who hold on to the past
Letting go is essential for hearts true love to last
It's been so long since you've been gone, I've lost track of the years
Haunted how the way love breaks it takes so many tears
Until you're just another love song
On another break up album;
Humming down the highway,
Whistling down the trail
And I may always love you
And you may always care
But someday we'll be strangers,
Good intentions gone to hell
There was always something beautiful in the way you move
Whenever you walked through the door you could fill an empty room
Likewise when you walked away you made my heart a tomb
And left alone with time and space I became somebody new
And now you're just another love song
On another break up album;
Humming down the highway,
Whistling down the trail
And I may always love you
And you may always care
But now we're only strangers,
Good intentions gone to hell
We're slipping through the moments of our lives
And someday we'll be nothing more than whispers in the memory of time
Tomorrow is another day but yesterday you were nearly mine
But the soundtrack for tomorrow doesn't have a rewind
Letting go is essential for hearts true love to last
It's been so long since you've been gone, I've lost track of the years
Haunted how the way love breaks it takes so many tears
Until you're just another love song
On another break up album;
Humming down the highway,
Whistling down the trail
And I may always love you
And you may always care
But someday we'll be strangers,
Good intentions gone to hell
There was always something beautiful in the way you move
Whenever you walked through the door you could fill an empty room
Likewise when you walked away you made my heart a tomb
And left alone with time and space I became somebody new
And now you're just another love song
On another break up album;
Humming down the highway,
Whistling down the trail
And I may always love you
And you may always care
But now we're only strangers,
Good intentions gone to hell
We're slipping through the moments of our lives
And someday we'll be nothing more than whispers in the memory of time
Tomorrow is another day but yesterday you were nearly mine
But the soundtrack for tomorrow doesn't have a rewind
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