She smiled I laughed, she cried I left for our love is dust in the wind.
She swore to not leave and now our dust is flying desperately.
She forgot her bag on my chair inside were pictures of another guy .
Our love is dust and it travels around picking up sorrow from town to town.
Her heart is a hole that is capturing tons of souls the wind it shrieks for the air is getting to deep.
Our love is dust in the wind going in eyes and making them cry.
My heart is dust in the wind as silent as nothing but as hurt as dead.
Why oh why she has to lie for it ate my up inside .
My remans left here from day to day the crow sits on the sun making it dark all day.
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