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Eventually


Staring out the window, thinking 'bout you.

thinking about the good times, I'll never be

able to forget what you put me through.

But I'll live again, eventually.
 

The things that you said, the things that you did.

Stabbed me with your words, You'd twist until I bleed

And because of you my emotions hid.

They'll come out again, eventually.

Remember when I said "I need your love"

When we sat on the couch and watched T.V.

That was before I saw what you're made of

Real eyes, realize, real lies, eventually


Here comes the cliche, it’s not you its me

We can still be friends, eventually.

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