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Make Do And Mend End Measured Mile

stronger than addiction and decay. You are the one who got away, and now we?re forced to stand by helpless and watch you sinking like your coast in the pacific waves. And

t think there?s something I would trade for the phone calls and the time I've spend awake. 'Cause last night I lied awake and watched her sleeping next to me, and

face, and I?ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me. And now the leaves are turning on the trees and there?s a map between me and

that we beg, the miles take you away, and there?s nothing that we can say. You?re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address and I?m standing

I spent my night sweating through my clothes, and screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals. Still it?s not right now that everything I