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I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
That I never even knocked
On your front door
I've walked by statues
And never even made one chip
But if I can make a mark on the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down with a little more hope than I had
The last day, the last day, the last day...
Wait a time
To spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days have come and gone
But this time is sweeter than honey