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Standin' here just like the fool on the hill |
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I keep asking why |
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We have to leave our memories here without a home |
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[CHORUS:] |
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Echoes, still in my head |
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About the things we might say |
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Echoes from the past |
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That I can't leave behind me |
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Is this old house that we believe in |
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Where we dreaming |
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Here is our history |
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The empty rooms they remind me of you |
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I feel your soul |
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I kissed you in the hall |
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(But that was such a long time ago) |
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Now I'm looking at the walls |
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I still can see your ghost everywhere |
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A distance scent from where you used to lay |
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In our bed, now you don't |
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[CHORUS] |
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Echoes from the past |
