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left something behind
Each time I leave this place
My mind always sits back
Pulling my weight back
Telling me, something is missing
Each time I hold on
To my breath hoping
It doesn't escape the tip
Of my lungs
I'd rather much prefer it drowns me
But this never happens
Each time as we drive away
And memories of you in the rear view
Gets smaller, but their place
In my soul gets heavier
And so I never know whether to look back
Or continue to push my weight back
Whispering, each time
That I left something behind
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