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When I left her it wasn't what she said, but her face that stuck in my head
6 AM and I'll never see her again
The sun's coming up as my feet fall across the cement
I might remember last night, but I'm sure I'll forget
Two angels crying before I went to bed
Twenty more steps and I'm on a park bench
Sitting where me and my heart met
Thirteen years ago, I wouldn't have been so sad
But now, talking to him, I'm growing mad
And he sits besides me, growing old
Thinking how since I've been gone, I've grown so cold
6 AM and I'll never see her again
The sun's coming up as my feet fall across the cement
I might remember last night, but I'm sure I'll forget
Two angels crying before I went to bed
Twenty more steps and I'm on a park bench
Sitting where me and my heart met
Thirteen years ago, I wouldn't have been so sad
But now, talking to him, I'm growing mad
And he sits besides me, growing old
Thinking how since I've been gone, I've grown so cold