Ryan Kelly: Music

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Someday, skies won't be blue, the moon will be new, and I’ll forget you.

I'll awake from a dream, another I will seem to be with someone who is true, forget all about you.

Fruit off the vine, ripe before it's time. Nothing have I, wondering why?

My yesterday's go so slow. Tomorrow will I know what to do? To forget you, you, you, you.

Fruit of the vine ripe before my time, nothing have I wondering why?

My yesterdays go so slow. I know his memory will ebb and fade out of view fade out of view, and I'll forget you.

I'll forget you.

You, you, you.