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This time it is the end.

Here we go again,
It's all the same.
Just another time and place.
We fight and shout,
We let it all out.
Saying everything we think about.
I runaway from you,
this time I'm not coming back.
This time it is the end.
And as I pack my bags and walk out the door,
I take a look around.
All the sounds coming flowing back out.
Here we are once again,
We are fighting,
trying to talk over each other.
Right back to square one.
I runaway from you,
this time I'm not coming back.
This time it is the end.
And as I pack my bags and walk out the door,
I take a look around.
All the sounds coming flowing back out.
And I know I can't take it anymore.
I see your face,
and the blood comes rushing to mine.
Love just isn't enough.
Everything that we were fighting for...
It's just to much.
I runaway from you,
this time I'm not coming back.
This time it is the end.
And as I pack my bags and walk out the door,
I take a look around.
All the sounds coming flowing back out.
I runaway from you,
this time I'm not coming back.
This time it is the end.
This time it is the end.
I'm not coming back again.
cause...
this time it is the end.



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