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• Artist: Allison Gray
• Title: Ours
• Genre: R'n'B - Modern/Urban Contemporary, Rock - Alternative Pop, Pop - Alternative Pop
• Mood: Sentimental/Ballad
• Speed: Medium Slow (63-78)
• Instruments: Acoustic Piano, Real Drums/Drum Kit, Acoustic Guitar (Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin), Strings, Electric Guitar (Clean, Overdriven), Bass
• Track type: Lyric - Full Length
• Date added: 4/19/2012
• Lyric themes: Reminiscing, Breaking Up Saying Goodbye, Broken-Hearted, Love Lost, Moving On Letting Go, Sentimental
• Lyrics: I'm gonna clear away the dust that's settled, dry my eyes and pour a cup of coffee And as I go through all our photographs I find the strength to put the past behind me I walk through these empty rooms and wonder where we went wrong, once upon a time we had it all, but now it's long gone I'm packing boxes of memories, and with each one I feel more free I'll sift through the wreckage and I'll nurse my battle scars As I close the door for the last time on the house that was ours And I remember all the arguing our voices, they echo through the hallway And I can see you on your hands and knees your begging, though you know it's already too late I walk through these empty rooms and wonder where we went wrong, once upon a time we had it all, but now it's long gone I'm packing boxes of memories, and with each one I feel more free I'll sift through the wreckage and I'll nurse my battle scars As I close the door for the last time on the house that was ours One by one, I will pick up all the pieces, and time will heal this shattered heart and it will mend these broken dreams, and I'll be strong though on the inside I am crying, but so long to what we shared, I bet you thought I'd never leave, no I'm packing boxes of memories, and with each one I feel more free I'll sift through the wreckage and I'll nurse my battle scars As I close the door for the last time on the house that was ours I'll sift through the wreckage and I'll nurse my battle scars As I close the door for the last time on the house that was ours
• Keywords: urban