As sorry as it seems
It can be like it used to be
We live on broken dreams
Wešve given up on trying
The face I thought I always knew
The picture that Išd paint of you
Your crying eyes are lying
Canšt you see the writing on the wall
Will the ghost from the past
Show us how it used to be
Draw the line on the things we said
Let them fade away
Now youšll see the writing on the wall
Oh yea, everything that used to be
Is writing on the wall
All the time we fooled ourselves
Had some fun if nothing else
But oh our little world was dying
Sorry as it seems
It canšt be like it used to be
Wešve lived on broken dreams
Wešve given up on trying
Canšt you see the writing on the wall
Will the ghost from the past
Show us how it used to be
Draw the line on the things we said
Let them fade away
Now youšll see the writing on the wall
Oh yea, everything that used to be
Is writing on the wall
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