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It's quiet now, too quiet here, your sweater's still hanging on the back of that chair.

The clock ticks loud like it's counting my sins and I can't take back where I've been.

You gave me sunlight, when I gave you shade, built me a home, when I just let it fade.

To quiet hair, your sweater's still hanging on the back of that chair.

The clock ticks loud, like it's counting my sins, and I can't take back where I've been.