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This will all fall down like everything else that was
This too shall pass and all of the words we said
We can't take back
Now every fool in town would've left by now
I can't replace all the wasted days
The memory of your face - can't help thinkin'
Maybe if we ever coulda kept it all together
Where would we be
A thousand lost forevers
And the promises you never were giving me
Here's what I'm thinking
It won't be the first - heart that you break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last beautiful girl in the world
Tell me one more time
How you're sorry about the way
This all went down - you needed to find your space
You needed to still be friends
Needed me to
Call you if I ever couldn't keep it all together you'd comfort me
Tell me but forever
And the promises I never should have believed in
Here's what I'm thinking
It won't be the first - heart that you break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last beautiful girl in the world
It's over now - and I've gone without
'Cause you're everybody else's girl
It seems to me - you'll always be
Everyone else's girl
Everyone else's girl
This will all fall down
Like everything in the world
This too must end
And all the words we said
We can't take back
It won't be the first - heart that you break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last...
It won't be the first - heart that you break
It won't be the last - beautiful girl
The one that you wrecked - won't take you back
If you were the last beautiful girl in the world
The last beautiful girl in the world
You are the last beautiful girl in the world
Beautiful girl
The framed photograph of the chestnut horse hangs obove the couch in the living room. The picture out of place in the apartment where all the rest of the pictures are of famous singers or a few framed awards. The sound system not great.. but it's not the worst in the world. Four guitars lean against a wall, a few mic stands bunched together, a drum set in a corner, a desk not far away. Pads of paper and pens scatter across the top, scrunched up pieces of paper litter across the floor. There's only one picture in the entire place of it's inhabitant. He's looking down at a guitar, his brow creased and his lips suspended in mid air. Stairs lead to the bedroom, a hallway to the kitchen and more stairs to the basement. It looks as if the person who lives here is never here. His bed is made, fridge stocked but untouched. The place perfect with no mess whatsoever. The picture of the horse stands out alright, there had to be a story to it.. Who knows?
The note pad has a fresh song on top, the paper smudged several times with finger prints. The neat scrawly writing looks hard to read but it isn't.
Many other papers litter the desk, most of the drawers are locked except one, where there's a small notebook with tons of writing in it.. It tells everything about him.. About his past.. yet it tells nothing.. because no one really knows him..