Gone

Matt Nathanson

Composição de: Mark M Weinberg / Matt Nathanson
love,
I'm aching to believe
give me something real enough
give me somewhere to fall from

'cause in the dark
I can't find my feet
built my world on promises
colorless and cold

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
gone, let it wash away the best I had
gone, and when I disappear
don't expect me back, don't expect me back

lost, sweetest things get lost
in the static far away
painted pictures of you
I fold
don't want to be holy then
don't want to be sold again
the way I was with you

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
gone let it wash away the best I had
gone and when I disappear
don't expect me back, don't expect me back

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
gone, let it wash away
the best I had
gone, and when I disappear
don't expect me back
don't expect me back

at its worse the heart is sober
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at its worse the heart is cold, cold, cold

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
gone, let it wash away all the best I had
gone, and when I disappear
don't expect me, don't expect me back

gone, let it wash away
the best I had
gone, and when I disappear
don't expect me back
don't expect me back
don't expect me back
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