What was left
When that fire was gone
I throught it felt right
But that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out
What it's like moving on
And I don't even know
What kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving
And my mind went dead
Picking up the pieces
Nowhere to begin
The hardest part of ending
Is starting again
When that fire was gone
I throught it felt right
But that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out
What it's like moving on
And I don't even know
What kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving
And my mind went dead
Picking up the pieces
Nowhere to begin
The hardest part of ending
Is starting again
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