(Paul Millns)
My friend you're worn and aching now
Your life stretched tight and breaken now
And you seem to find that every morning's
Like a mountain you must climb
Forget her, shake her free
Like a leaf from a tree, you must let her go
It's hard I know
But tomorrow is another road to leads
Away from here to the first horison
Forget her
My friend you could open windows now
Let cool breezes through your life somehow
Cause there's peaple out there, other people
Crying dying trying to get somewhere
Forget her, let her go
With the ebb and flow of the passing tide
Now she's fortune's bride
And the days line up like cards and you can deal
Yourself a chance while the wheel's still turning
Forget her
I'm so good at giving advice
But I know when you look at my life
It's seems crazy
But I can stand aside
And I can see with different eyes
Sometimes more clearly
Forget her, Till she sees
Like a face in a dream so far away
She will fade away
And tomorrow is another road to leads
Away from here to the first horison
Forget her
She has forgotten you
What's more to do forget her
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