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DEAR
JOHN
My
head is facing down, I can’t help but think back / When
I see you around, it brings all the pain back / I wish that
you could see inside my heart / There’s nothing there,
it’s torn apart / Dear John, I’ve grown cold / Dear
John, its getting old / Is this the end of what we’ve
grown to know? / Is this the end? ...I’ll beg you not
to go / Is this the end? it’s killing me to know / Is
this the end? / The leaves are falling down and I turned my
clock back / I’d like to leave this town and never look
back / I wish that I could free you from my heart / But you
freed yourself, and ripped it apart / Dear John, I’ve
grown cold / Dear John, its getting old / This gaping hole burns
as the winds goes through / It’s like pouring salt on
an open wound / These cuts run deep, now I’m scarred for
life / These cuts run DEEP! / This is the end! ...I’ll
fold this letter up. / This is the end! I’ll burn this
paper up / This is the end! I’m dead to everything / This
is the end!!! / A tear is falling down, I want my life back
/ My head is facing down |
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