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Pink clouds of cigarette smoke

On the horizon of this cold and lonely night

Two years ago this October I lost a friend

Who meant everything to me

But memories just don’t fade like the smoke

And if I could describe this feeling

I don’t think that I would



Something’s are meant to be more than words

To be held inside even when it hurts

That’s the difference between life and love

The essence of holding on and letting go

Is just the nature of the game



Crowd around this paper bag

It holds my life when no one holds my hand

Blurring the present just to forget the past

Is a far cry from how I should live

And come morning I’ll still remember why

I even opened this bottle

Just to be happy for the night



Something’s just can’t be explained with words

No matter how much you cry when it hurts

That’s the difference between life and love

The essence of holding on and letting go

Is just the nature of the game



I used to want to be someone other than me

I used to want so many things I didn’t need

And searching for the missing link

I forgot to look inside of me



Something’s just can’t be explained with words

No matter how you move your mouth it just doesn’t work



Something’s are meant to be more that words

To be held inside even when it hurts

That’s the difference between life and love

The essence of holding on and letting go

It’s just the nature of the game