Monday, September 21, 2009

Hang- Matchbox 20

She grabs her magazines, she packs her things and she goes
She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall,
she burns all her notes.
And she knows, she's been here too few years
to feel this old.

He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside until it's gone.
If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn't be alone .
He knows, she's been here too few years
to be gone

And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday.
But if there's nothing there to make things change,
if it's the same for you, I'll just hang

The trouble, understand, is she got reasons he don't.
Funny how he couldn't see at all until she grabbed up her coat.
And she goes, she's been here too few years
to take it all in stride
But still it's much too long to let hurt go
(you let her go)

And we always say that it would be good to go away, someday.
But if there's nothing there to make things change,
if it's the same for you, I'll just hang.
For you I'll always hang.

Well I always say, it would be good to go away.
But if things don't work out like we think
and there's nothing there to ease this ache
and if there's nothing there to make things change,
if it's the same for you, I'll just hang.

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