Hang

she grabs her magazines she packs her things and she goes she leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all her notes amd she knows, she’s been here too few years to feel this old

he smokes his cigarette, he stays outside ‘till it’s gone if anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn’t be alone he knows, she’s been here too few years, to be gone

and we always say, it would be good to go away, someday but if there’s nothing there to make things change if it’s the same for you I’ll just hang

the trouble understand, is she got reasons he don’t funny how he couldn’t see at all, ‘til she grabbed up her coat and she goes, she’s been here too few years to take it all in stride but still it’s much too long, to let hurt go (you let her go) and we always say, it would be good to go away, someday but if there’s nothing there to make things change if it’s the same for you I’ll just hang the same for you I’ll always hang well I always say, it would be good to go away but if things don’t work out like we think and there’s nothing there to ease this ache but if there’s nothing there to make things change if it’s the same for you, I’ll just hang 

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