wash away that dirty game kind
of love dirt away
there's a million ways to love
someone
a million ways to walk away
but sometimes love is just too
good to be
a forever kind of thing
we hold dreams too close
we learn to dance with ghosts
and never know when to let them go
we eat the floor to prove
we are wrong
concrete stings
and everyone's gone home
as we lie in shame in our bed
cause we can't face another
fork in the road
and there are the days
we just pray
for the rain to wash away
all the disastered bits of
yesterday
there are days
we stalk the night
and the moon is a pearl
in the middle of the day
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