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I saw a picture of you |
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Looking at a picture of me |
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Time fades slow so i think so ridiculously |
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I saw remnants of them |
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Underneath breathing us |
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Waving out post-consciously their thoughts are all dust |
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Except in the materials that their minds made and left behind |
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Buried by the weather for the future to dig up and find |
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Your mind |
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I saw a picture of me |
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Looking through pictures of you |
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Before you were gone I knew exactly what to do |
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But they're still asleep on my sleeve |
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Won't wake up and leave |
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I guess I'll take them with me to see everything I see |
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Twisted urges that I carry and tuck-underneath |
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it's all connected to something hiding beneath |
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Your feet |
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Beneath your feet |
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Beneath your feet |
