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A Stone Would Cry Out
The cinematic after effects of alcohol
Have led me to believe
That there's nothing more beautiful
Than a face as it starts to fade
From your memory, what had once been clear as the day
Obscured by the shade
And I was always the thorn to your rose
A long string of disappointing days
Led me to concede that I'd been losing sleep
And I'm tired and frayed at the seams
And things are changing in me
It's been two hard months since I could call you my own
It cuts to the bone
Is there anything that I can do when I've been turned into stone
But I was always the thorn to your rose
Some doors are better left closed
You move like a rolling wave
One that don't fade when it's gone
Beyond a doubt it gets so hard that a stone would cry out
I know there's a lesson in here
But it's so hard to find
I've been searching my mind
A little pearl of wisdom for the later years
When the thread of this life starts to unwind
I never had to fight for my love
But that's over I know
It's just how it goes
I never had to fight for my love
But that's over I know
It's just how it goes
And you move like a rolling wave
One that don't fade when it's gone
Beyond a doubt it gets so hard, it gets so hard
That a stone would cry out
Some doors are better left closed
Some say this place makes it hard to hold your head up
Some days this face makes me feel like I've been set up
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Some days this face makes me feel like I've been set up
Some say this place makes it hard to hold your head up
Some doors are better left closed
That a stone would cry out
Beyond a doubt it gets so hard, it gets so hard
One that don't fade when it's gone
And you move like a rolling wave
It's just how it goes
But that's over I know
I never had to fight for my love
It's just how it goes
But that's over I know
I never had to fight for my love
When the thread of this life starts to unwind
A little pearl of wisdom for the later years
I've been searching my mind
But it's so hard to find
I know there's a lesson in here
Beyond a doubt it gets so hard that a stone would cry out
One that don't fade when it's gone
You move like a rolling wave
Some doors are better left closed
But I was always the thorn to your rose
Is there anything that I can do when I've been turned into stone
It cuts to the bone
It's been two hard months since I could call you my own
And things are changing in me
And I'm tired and frayed at the seams
Led me to concede that I'd been losing sleep
A long string of disappointing days
And I was always the thorn to your rose
Obscured by the shade
From your memory, what had once been clear as the day
Than a face as it starts to fade
That there's nothing more beautiful
Have led me to believe
The cinematic after effects of alcohol
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