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[Verse] The wooden chairs are stacked and the closing bell has finally rung in this quiet room. I stare at the untouched glass of wine that sits exactly where your smile used to bloom. sudden flash of golden hair and laughter flickers warmly just outside my line of sight. But the present pulls me back into the freezing, solitary blue of this rainy city night. [Chorus] see the silhouette of your shoulder in the rain that washes down the darkened avenue. Every glowing streetlamp paints a fleeting, golden memory that looks so much like you. am driving down the coastline with a hollow, aching silence in the passenger seat. tracing a ghost I cannot hold, walking a path where our shadows will never again meet. [Verse] The heavy ocean crashes against the dark and empty seaside promenade we used to walk. stand alone beneath the fading awning where we stood for hours and intimately talked. ack inside the silent rooms of my apartment, I can see your gentle hand against the glass. atching the reflection of a love that was too beautiful and luminous to ever truly pass. [Chorus] see the silhouette of your shoulder in the rain that washes down the darkened avenue. Every glowing streetlamp paints a fleeting, golden memory that looks so much like you. am driving down the coastline with a hollow, aching silence in the passenger seat. tracing a ghost I cannot hold, walking a path where our shadows will never again meet. [Bridge] The darkest hour finally breaks and gives way to the fragile, washing light of early dawn. pause upon the empty pavement, sensing you beside me, though I know that you are gone. The golden hues of yesterday surrender softly to the quiet truth the morning always brings. take a breath and step into the light, carrying the love without the pain of broken things. [Chorus] see the silhouette of your shoulder in the rain that washes down the darkened avenue. Every glowing streetlamp paints a fleeting, golden memory that looks so much like you. am driving down the coastline with a hollow, aching silence in the passenger seat. tracing a ghost I cannot hold, walking a path where our shadows will never again meet.

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