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Almost Gone

As pieces of you slip through my fingers
Like a curtain closing, fade to black
The way I felt it always lingers
But I’m in no hurry to get you back

Like a curtain closing, fade to black
I step across the empty stage
But I’m in no hurry to get you back
I’ve already gone and turned the page

I step across the empty stage
While crisp, calm silence fills the room
I’ve already gone and turned the page
Forgotten feelings cease to loom

While crisp, calm silence fills the room
I grasp at distant memory
Forgotten feelings cease to loom
The things that you had meant to me

I grasp at distant memory
The way I felt it always lingers
The things that you had meant to me
As pieces of you slip through my fingers





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