( Amazing how some songs really make sense )
After school- And you start thinking back about the times once again.
Walking home
Fresh dirt under my fingernails
And I can smell hot asphalt
Cars screech to a halt to let me pass
And I cannot remember
What life was like through photographs
Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past
- Life is just normal, plain normal, we get what we expect everyday.
Nothing special, nothing that would be out of the world.
And we start to think about how life used to be better.
And how life now is never comparable with how it used to be.
But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you
Take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through
And mama I've been cryin´
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said, the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun
Moving on down my street
I see people I won´t ever meet
I think of her, take a breath
Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps
And sometimes its a sad song
- And somehow someone came along.
Tagged you along the way, made you feel special.
Told you that everything was gonna end.
Reminded you of the light at the end of the tunnel.
In the never ending downhill in your life.
But she left.
But not before she reminded you that you are that close to what was the end.
The rhythm of the conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
and on and on and on and on
- Someone new came along.
Seemed all so perfect.
So seductive, so perfect, so appealing...
You know it's wrong.
And you know it's going to happen again, she'll be leaving.
And it all starts again.
And again, and again.
But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you and
Take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through
And mama I've been cryin´
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles
Said, the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun.
Just like a broken record player, it goes back and forth back and forth.
Again and again and again.
Often leaving you confused, on what life is about.
On who will that someone special really be in the end.
And not forgetting what she first told you.
"It's all coming to an end"
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