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No simple way to say he’s leaving

Don’t waste your life grieving

What has begun, damage is done

Nothing more than lies to gain

 

Fist striking down in protest

Diamond-shaped imprints on his chest

He can excuse swelling abuse,

much like her eyes

 

          And in her desperation why

          She looks for answers in the sky

          Silently stands, no reply

          Ill-tempered moment mid-July

         He hopes in time she’ll be fine

 

Kiss lacking moisture lovingly pressed

Prints shades of crimson that match her dress

Years pave the way, precedes the day

Masquerading cries

 

         And in her desperation why

         She looks for answers in the sky

         Silently stands, no reply

         Ill-tempered moment mid-July

         He hopes in time she’ll be fine

 

         And in her desperation why

         She looks for answers in the sky

         Defeated sun, mouth is dry

         Her only steps are to deny

         To forge ahead, the will to try

         Eternal moment mid-July

         He hopes in time she’ll be fine

JULY

Written and Produced  by The Turnback:  Todd Giglio (vocals, guitars), Kenny Sherman (vocals, guitars), Barry Nagel (drums, bass)

Mixed at The Mix Palace, West Hempstead, NY  11552 by Mic Angelo.  Mastered by Brian "Big Bass" Gardner

Copyright 2015 The Turnback  BMI

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