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Early Sunday morning, |
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By the sound of the bell |
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I can tell the day's going to be some kind of nightmare. |
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I walk you to the station |
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With your suitcase in my hands; |
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All is well just as long as the lights are on |
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And no one asks you. |
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It's like you said: |
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Sometimes you pretend |
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And sometimes you just forget |
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As pages are turned over. |
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But some lines remain in your mind |
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Through the test of time |
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To carve their way into your old goodbyes. |
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And maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone, |
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I don't know, |
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Maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing. |
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When your mother gave you away |
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You just couldn't say a word, |
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Welcome home, |
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Now the world looks new to you |
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But it turns faster, |
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Way much faster |
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Like you said: |
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Sometimes you pretend |
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And sometimes you just forget |
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As pages are turned over. |
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But some lines remain in your mind |
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Through the test of time |
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To carve their way into your old goodbyes. |
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