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New Atlantic – Now That You're Gone lyrics
This day was late, we were laying there
Hand on your side, it runs through your hair
She sleeps through sounds
She sleeps through black and white
Replays the movies and watches the scenes that we will reenact
But there is nothing coming back to me
It wasn't real, but there is something that I need
Now that you're gone, she don't need to fall in love
And I know that's wrong
Just for a while you can play that game
It's not your style but you're not the same
Replay those movies but there's nothing coming back to me
It wasn't real, but there is something I need
You can't define the cause that holds us back
Delusioned minds in context of my...
Oh you know you want it
Yeah you've got to have it all down through your bones
You can't define the cause that holds this back
Delusioned minds in context of my heart
Oh you know you want it
Yeah you've got to feel it all down through my bones
Hand on your side, it runs through your hair
She sleeps through sounds
She sleeps through black and white
Replays the movies and watches the scenes that we will reenact
But there is nothing coming back to me
It wasn't real, but there is something that I need
Now that you're gone, she don't need to fall in love
And I know that's wrong
Just for a while you can play that game
It's not your style but you're not the same
Replay those movies but there's nothing coming back to me
It wasn't real, but there is something I need
You can't define the cause that holds us back
Delusioned minds in context of my...
Oh you know you want it
Yeah you've got to have it all down through your bones
You can't define the cause that holds this back
Delusioned minds in context of my heart
Oh you know you want it
Yeah you've got to feel it all down through my bones
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