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(This, this, this, this is it)

All the good things are lined up
Shooting at them with reminders
Fighting the urge to cry
But we've already said our goodbyes

Maybe takes a week, takes a month, takes a hour
To burn all that's happened with fire
The life I was dreaming
The dream I was living

I was so cynical
though this month was my lifes pinnacle
How could I ever get over this
Since then I've never felt the bliss

Maybe this is the better ending
Our lifes are still expanding
No need to release the anchor
Nor should this ever turn into anger

Felt low, but I'm good now
Only if I knew how
It just had to occur
So we don't stay immature



Credits
Writer(s): Gergely Boros
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