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I'm half-way to hope
But dragging my feet through
Gardens I've grown
With thoughts about you
But the flowers don't bloom anymore

You spun me around
Still feeling dizzy
Let my guard down
So you could see me
Til the morning light swallows me whole

I'll find a new home on the floor
I still see your ghost in the door
I'll find what my hands were made for

You took what you found
Left only pieces left strewn around
Uproot the reasons
That your memory pulls at my soul

I found a new home on the floor
I don't see your ghost anymore
I found what my hands were made for

I guess what I'm trying to say
Is everything's finally fallen away