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As he laid there |
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His life flashed in front of him |
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He wonders if he can |
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Take back some of his past |
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As he looks back on everything |
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He's got so much |
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He feels there's something missing |
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I hear the silence |
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But it sounds so strange |
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I never felt this type of pain |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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So he wanders |
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Through all his photographs |
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A tear falls down his face' |
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Cause he wants it back |
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I hear the silence |
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But it sounds so strange |
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I never felt this type of pain |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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Photographs |
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My photographs |
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The blackest night |
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We never needed more |
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We used to dream |
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Of all that we wished for |
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I hear the silence |
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But it sounds so strange |
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I never felt this type of pain |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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My photographs |
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I want them back |
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Photographs |
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My photographs |
