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She ain't comin' back The mirror of my dreams just fell off the wall Came about when she walked out and slammed the front door No tears, no excuses, no text of regret Just a note by the stove said she ain't comin' back
I see through the same eyes, I use the same brain The world has moved on whilst I've stayed the same My future's gone AWAL, I'm yesterday's man I've lost my charisma, I've lost my shazam
The glass of my dreams just fell off the wall Fragments of crystal all over the floor Too many to count for a stick-in-the-mud Said goodbye to my life with a dustpan and brush
©Joseph G Dawson
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