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Gone are the Days

By Bruce Clifford

Sometimes I can feel the world falling beneath my feet
Trying to climb back up, but falling in the deep
Sometimes I try to catch myself before the fighting begins
Iím going to find my way back up to let this record spin

Gone are the days when everything would matter
Hearing you say this was all static and chatter
Gone are the days where time and space would matter
Now we are here in a world full lies and splatter

You broke my heart into a million little pieces
You broke my heart into a million little pieces
Iím not giving up but you broke me apart
You broke my heart and thatís a real fine way to start

Sometimes I can feel the world crumbling beneath me
Feeling the air rush inside my faded memories
Often I try to gather the pieces before they are carried away
Iíve tried, oh yes Iíve tried, and maybe our love will find a brand new day

You broke my heart into a million little pieces
You broke my heart into a million little pieces
Iím not giving up but you broke me apart
You broke my heart and thatís a real fine way to start

Gone are the days when everything would matter
Hearing you say this was all static and chatter
Gone are the days where time and space would matter
Now we are here in a world full lies and splatter

Gone are the days
Gone are the days
Gone are the days
What else really matters

©1/2/14 Bruce Clifford


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