I see you leaving through the crowd,
taking the stairs to the underground.
Then you stop for a moment and hesitate,
the deeper you go the more you're sure that it's too late.
Could have told another lie,
before you said goodbye,
to paint the universe,
a little less blue.
Instead you made it clear,
how love could disappear,
and now it's zooming out
on our little world.
A day at a time I slowly learn,
with eight out of nine lives already burned.
It's ironically sad how all the hurt
is caused by the things you thought would last forever.
Could have told another lie,
before you said goodbye,
to paint the universe,
a little less blue.
Instead you made it clear,
how love could disappear,
and now it's zooming out
on our little world.
You could have told another lie,
before you said goodbye,
to paint the universe,
a little less blue.
Instead you made it clear,
how love could disappear,
and now it's zooming out
on our little world.
You could have told another lie,
before you said goodbye,
to paint the universe,
a little less blue.
our little world
our little world
our little world

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