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Song: echoes |
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Artist: Gene Clark |
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On the streets you look again |
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At the places you have been |
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Or the moments that you thought |
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Where am I going |
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Though the walls are like the dead |
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They reflect the things you've said |
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And the echoes in your head continue showing |
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Near the castles you can build |
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Out of dreams you half fullfilled |
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Won't keep out all of the ill wind that is blowing |
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And you look still for a trace |
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Of an opening in a place |
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Where you find the life that you were used to knowing |
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You can walk out in the night |
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And be sure that its alright |
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To exagerate the world that's only being |
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You can watch Regina dance |
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Through the crystal panes of glass |
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Yet you know that there's so much that she's not seeing |
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Still you hold one precious thought |
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After all this time you've sought |
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That she might be just protecting what she longs for |
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And her eyes are veiled with black |
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Cause she plays she can look back |
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At the love she wanted so but says is no more |
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The lights go on, commense the cold |
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As your senses will be sold |
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To the parrot watchers mimicing no reasons |
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To pretend that what they are |
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From the fact completely far |
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While the truth may be betrayal, lies and treason |
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Build their towers in the sand |
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Down the roads at their command |
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When the kingdom is the innocence they're stealing |
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And infection easily spreads |
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To the searching, twisted heads |
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As they team up to tear down each others feeling |
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