I know that things are broken
And though there’s too many words left unsaid
You say you have spoken
Like the coward I am I hang my head
...Where was my fault...
This is not the end
Lived unbruised, we are friends
And I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Sigh no more, no more
And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends
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