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Can't even call this a blues song |
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It's been so long |
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Neither one of us was wrong or anything like that |
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It seems like yesterday |
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[Chorus] |
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In the silence of the city night |
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When the lonely watch the sky in yearning |
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I, at rest, lie in peace beside you |
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I searched a thousand skies before you came |
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[Verse 1] |
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For the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue |
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The only thing to call it was official |
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The way I live for you was as if I die with you |
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Cause not a moment I spent with you was artifical |
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The plan from the dome was to build a home with you |
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Forever had a space in my heart, I roam with you |
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Hypothetical dreams conjure when I met you |
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See, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you |
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Regretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise |
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Running from a paradox |
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Living like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks |
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With different destinations, our ships remain docked |
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Temporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade |
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In the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid |
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Too dumb to persist, too smart to persuade |
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Too heavy to push aside and too stong to stay |
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Too hard to work and so easy to play |
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Like chopsticks, what I picked slipped away |
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Leaving me to recollect day by day |
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And take solace in the words Bill say |
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[Chorus] |
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Memories take you back, to the good times |
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When it's over and sad times disappear |
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Memories take you back |
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To the lean times, in between times |
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To the days of yesteryear |
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Memories are that way |
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[Verse 2] |
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Memories are that way, that way back to that way back |
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When I could never think of you and say "wack" |
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Similar to old cassettes, something to cuss at |
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Deteriorating with each rewind and playback |
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Even now, one of the hits I remenice |
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On this angelic face, reciplicating bliss |
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With the radio low, your feet anchored in mine |
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Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline |
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Good food in my belly, good love on my mind |
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Turn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time |
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Open up to a smile so bright, I go blind |
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To the suffering of the world, everything appears fine |
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Poetry in the bed, literally |
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You putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni |
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With legs entwined, trading profound lines |
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Fingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine |
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Sometimes at night it seem so damn right |
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Just to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff |
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I've never seen life like this, so life-like |
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This is how I'd like my life to subsist |
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But somewhere in between us were interpetations |
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Of justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations |
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But if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how |
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[Chorus] |
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Memories take you back, to the good times |
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When it's over |
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I searched a thousand skies before you came |
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And in the morning, when the world is new |
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The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me |
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[Verse 3] |
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The greatest story ever erased and never replaced |
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The worst torture ever I faced |
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Was trying to retrace the steps in my mind |
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Like a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure |
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Just a little too late |
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We went from "Yo, who's that?" to "Hi, my name is Jay" |
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To hoping I would run into you in the hallway |
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To "That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?" |
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To "Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?" |
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From "May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'" |
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To hear the joy in your voice I call you every day |
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The VCR blue screen lit the dark room |
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Miles and Gil, "Quiet Nights" that was our tune |
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But fridays dates and saturdays prayer |
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Lead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up |
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As just friends up until tuesdays wake up |
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Together again, in a cycle that never ends |
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My young heart coulda swore love transcends |
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But two turntables alone don't make a blend |
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The tracks are too different for "ifs, buts and sos" |
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But if it's so right? |
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Never mind, we both know |
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Sometimes I wonder if you married my replacement |
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Equally old with ideas adjacent |
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You build a whole nother story to your dream house |
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Kept my possessions in a box in the basement |
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I stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage |
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Guilded with fools gold, but that's just me |
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There never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories |
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All I ask is that you remember me |
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[Chorus] |
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In the silence of the city night |
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When the lonely watch the sky in yearning |
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I, at rest, lie in peace beside you |
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I searched a thousand skies before you came |
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And in the morning, when the world is new |
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The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me |
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And in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam |
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I turn beside, and you are with me stil |
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I roamed a thousand miles before you came |