One last kiss dear, and I’ll be gone
I could not find the words
To say to you what’s going on
You knew it all along
You knew it all along
Those heirloom bookshelves cast tall shadows
To make something of yourself
Is to breathe, to leap out from the prose
You knew it all along
You knew it all along
This gilded ambition, I took it to the floor
And with a pocket full of miles
That ran out at your door
A jilted tradition that burned me to the core
And my wardrobe full of styles
Not in fashion any more
And with a pocket full of miles
So I ran for miles and miles and miles and miles...
But you knew it all along
You knew that I was wrong

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