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| So CloseI've spent so much time throwingrocks at your window That I never even knocked on the front door I walk by statues never even made one chip but if i could leave a mark on the monument of the heart I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day Wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves These days have come and gone But this time is sweeter than honey |