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The remains of a thing called love.

Broken bottles cover the floor, Ash trays are filled from many night before. Our love is over and these are the remains, but I still have so much to say.

Bury these lies in the ground, lets start over and rekindle the flame we had early september. Our love was real and I know its still there, just say you love me too and we'll go on from there.

If Home is where the heart is, why am I alone? I left my heart with you so you'd never be alone. When the sun set fades and night takes its place, I hope that I will see your face. I'm not much for religon but this much is true, I'd pray to have another chance with you.

Bury these lies in the ground, lets start over and rekindle the flame we had early september.



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