Fields are white in snowy spring and I can`t
remember the last time I`ve seen her.
The highway is still cold and wet and I can`t
forget the way I had to leave her.
And every passing day, she flickers and she fades.
Is someone to help her when she falls from the heavens?
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And I`ll love her yet, though she has done me wrong.
And I`ll bring her back, though she has been long gone.
And I`ll be her
broken hearted savior.
And every heavy night takes out the little life that`s left within her.
Every man she gives her love, he takes it, and leaves her with a dinner.
Our love was once a flame, now I`m just a forgotten name,
Am I the only one to blame for having, loving her?
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