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Walking down that same old street |
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I feel the same emotions |
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Stop in where we used to meet |
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To share our endless hoping |
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The ghosts here, they don't care |
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This place is dead and lifeless |
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What was it, you asked me |
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Somehow I can't recall |
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But I remember how it used to be |
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Before we walked away |
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The world is not a match for you and me |
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No matter what we used to say |
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If only we were smart enough to see |
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That we were truly free |
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Back in the day |
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Seeking what cannot be found |
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A fading echo of you |
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Flashing pictures with no sound |
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My only image of you |
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The twilight has questions |
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And whispers vague suggestions |
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A curtain is falling |
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Obscuring old connections |
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I remember how it used to be |
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Before we walked away |
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The world is not a match for you and me |
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No matter what we used to say |
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If only we were smart enough to see |
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That we were truly free |
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Back in the day |