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You pack my clothes up in boxes
on our living room floor
There’s still a couple ghosts left in the bedroom
so you don’t sleep there anymore
And I wait for words to leave my lips
as you pass right through my finger tips
But I can't make a sound
we all fall down

You got a ticket back to Florida
you said you needed some time
But its getting cold up here in New York, baby
without you by my side
Along with all these things we'll never be
we lived like we were royalty
A queen without her crown
we all fall down

So run and tell your friends that I'm wrong again
Run and tell the friends that brought you down
Got your mothers eyes and bad advice
But she failed the first few times around
Run and tell your friends that I’m wrong again
Tell them all that every rumors true
I’m not the one laying on my back
With a dozen roses from the crew
Just took two weeks to get to you
I guess we all fall down