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A thousand pieces on the floor
Don't know which puzzle they are for
You can stare at them all day
Or sweep them in the bin and pray
Memory that used to burn so bad is giving in
Now the one that made me sad is just a scar beneath my skin
A hundred song birds fill our tree
None of them would sing for me
While my darling was away
She came home that lovely day
Memory that used to burn so bad is giving in
Now the one that made it sad is just a scar beneath your skin
Floor boards creaking once again
Each morning when your day begins
Brittle brances sprouted leaves
Wind chimes swaying in the breeze
Memory that used to burn so bad is giving in
Now the one that made is sad is just a scar beneath the skin
It's just a scar beneath the skin
It's gonna fade away
It's gonna fade away
