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The Tender and the Terrible Lyrics

Sleeping on newspaper across the hall from your portrait on the wall.
Stands six feet high and six feet wide.
Concentrating on the marks you made both on me and on the page.
Mulling over hazel eyes.
This is inertia calling to let you know I'm falling way too fast to ever slow down now.
I wouldn't know how.
You pack the last of your things into your car before you leave for the summer.
A hug and sigh; the hard goodbye.
Rode the bus back home slouched in defeat and broke down in the window seat.
Mulling over hazel eyes.
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