Ive said once before                                                                                                    Distance is just slight of hand                                                                                                                But i realize now that with love                                                                                                               It's just like sand.                                                                                                                                      You try to keep it all together,                                                                                                                Try to keep it in your grip                                                                                                                           But you see, at some point                                                                                                                        It's all just going to slip.                                                                                                                       Give yourself some props                                                                                                                       At least you were trying                                                                                                                         But in the end you have to face,                                                                                                           This thing you had is dying.                                                                                                                  You can always pick the sand up                                                                                                          Try to put it back                                                                                                                                    But that jar you put the sand in                                                                                                            Has a ruthless crack.                                                                                                                              It's hard to tell yourself the truth                                                                                                          That nothing is going to change                                                                                                          Look long and hard to see it                                                                                                                 The thing you had is estranged.                                                                                                           Like magic you want to believe its there                                                                                                 To hope there's still a spark                                                                                                                  But in the end, the slight of hand                                                                                                          Has left you in the dark.


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