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I remember sitting, watching through the haze |
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Amazed by her, "I long for those surreal days |
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Of inspiration in human form" |
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Is my realization upon thought now |
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How I wish to view myself in third person stance |
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For a refreshing of the memory, how I long to return |
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I now sit in a parked car, looking at that house |
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Wishing I could enter, but it's not possible |
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Perhaps when I return from my travels that sign will be there |
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But at present time, I'm stuck with memories of her |
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Especially since I'm so involved with music |
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She's one reason I've evolved |
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She's one reason why my brother can pick up an instrument |
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And learn it in a matter of minutes |
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How to play |
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I can recall her vividly teaching me chopsticks |
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At the age of five and dancing around the table |
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With my sister to the tune of "Yellow Bird" |
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The way she played |
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I thought I was that yellow bird |
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Flying around that table, floating, I felt so alive |
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I felt so young and care-free, so care-free |
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If she only knew the impact on me |
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Sitting next to her and listenting at an early age helped me |
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I believe that by her doing that, and having me read along |
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Instilled the value of knowing |
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Knowing things that helped me |
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Use my imagination |
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[Verse 2: Alias] |
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Now imagine having inspiration taken away in the winter |
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I ask you what is more depressing |
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Me left guessing where to go next, and feeling lost |
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It's funny how the pain has stopped |
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But it only just begun |
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Strange how it was transferred directly to my soul from hers |
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And now I'm a different person, I just realized |
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You've never been overwhelmed with sadness |
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Until you've heard "Amazing Grace" echo off the walls of a church |
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You used to frequent with whom the song is being played for |
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I heard that song in a whole new light that snowy mid-winter morning |
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And now I'm mourning my inspiration's passing |
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Numb with emotions and I'm left asking "Why?" |
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As the snow fell |
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I fell into my seat |
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Tears fell from my eyes |
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My heart fell to my feet |
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The fairness in all of this was non-existent |
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But relieved by the fact that our relationship was quite persistent |
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I thought I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye |
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As father asked us to bow our heads |
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And I'm guessing |
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That was her way of saying |
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Her last goodbye |
