now that i'm sitting old and grey, and looking back at all our days. counting all the bags of dirt, and all the times i made you hurt. oh it kills me. it's no use trying to apologize, after all the hundred times you tried. the distance has grown between us, you look at me like a stranger. oh it kills me. and days will still go on, and days will still go on when i'm gone away. just like the chimney two feet away, burning all of our photos to stray. the smoke and ash would float around. finally our memories fade, oh it kills me. my main fear is laying in my death bed, missed chances and all the things i should of said. the places i should of seen, wondering what could of been. oh it kills me. days will still go on, and days will still go on when i'm gone away. don't you remember when i sang you to sleep? don't you remember when you fell and scraped your knee? cause darling i do. days will still go on, and days will still go on when i'm gone away.
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