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Some Things Aren't Meant To Last

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Some Things Aren't Meant To Last

Last time I saw you

I hardly recognized your face,

You stayed deep in the shadows like a woman

Who was lost in time and space

And though we did not talk

it was clear to me

If you could you would lay my soul to waste

You told me long ago you thought you loved me

And then you quickly disappeared.

I heard you hooked into some voodoo down in Haiti

It meant you might not make it back this way for years

So I packed up my heart

I drained my last glass

Realized some things are never meant to pass

Where do you run to

When the night takes back the day

You taught me this trade like a pro on parade

You dealt me the pain that put ice in my veins

Now you’ve come back,

Expecting nothings changed…

Another day, another job,

just another plane I gotta ride

There’ll be another hall

from some other port of call

Another deal I gotta fly

But I’m feelin’ your resistance

And some other world persistence

That keeps my back against the wall

Now I'm not saying that I’m always straight up

And I have no issues working outside the lines

But seven years of burnin’

for the numbers we’ve been turnin’

Got me seven years to get you off my mind

I closed down my heart moved away from my past

Some things are never meant to last

Where do you run to?

When the night takes back the day

You taught me this trade,

like a pro on parade

You dealt me the pain

that put ice in my veins

Now you come back

expecting nothings changed

Too many conflicts

Too many risks that I have had to take

Too many heartaches

Too many promises that I have had to break

Oh, but seven years of hatin’

This man I've been creatin’

Gave me seven years to learn from my mistakes

Where do you run to,

when the night reclaims the day

Are there voices in your head?

From the thoughts of my new rev

Does my ghost of yesterday talk to you this way?

Keep moving fast some things were never meant to last

 

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC