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No one told me what to do
When it gets this hard forgetting you
You’re the first I’ve met who’s really died
With a heart that somehow stayed alive

Your lungs still breathe, your eyes still see
But the person inside is unfamiliar to me
There’s no medicine, no CPR
that will bring you back into my arms

There’s a road that stretches on outside
And I know somewhere along the line
It’s fifteen thousand miles or more
But that road will take me to your door

Maybe on a day that’s right
And if I say some magic words
I’ll feel the spark, and see the light
The “old you’s” eyes will show they’ve heard

I miss that person every day
And I hate the one who took his place
I still hope the old you can be saved
Because he took my heart into his grave

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