22 - Too Late

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A call to celebrate when marriage fail

Like sirens harping about leaving jail

Burdened with sorrow you can't leave behind

Buried deep in snow with an ax to grind

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Regret lies scribbled all over my hand

See my chances drowning fast in quicksand

Drew up plans on how to turn back the clock

Spending my life trying to win you back

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