But the past is a room with no doors. There's no second chance, no, there's only regrets And the ghost of a heart that's not quite broken yet. I'd sign this with love, but we both know the words would be hollow, And the signs at the station were right: I can never go home.
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There's no second chance, no, there's only regrets
And the ghost of a heart that's not quite broken yet.
I'd sign this with love, but we both know the words would be hollow,
And the signs at the station were right: I can never go home.