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Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
for what I read between the lines
your lies.
Feelin' like a hand in rusted shame
so do you laugh, or does it cry?
Reply?
leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday, you lied,
promises of what i seemed to be
only watch the time go by,
all of these things you said to me.
breathing, is the hardest thing to do
with all I've said and all that's dead for you.
You Lied - Good bye
leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday, you lied,
promises of what i seemed to be
only watch the time go by,
all of these things you said to me.