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Memories, like the comers of my mind |
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Misty water colored memories, of the way we were |
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Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind |
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Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were |
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Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then |
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Or has time rewritten every line |
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Then if we have a chance to do it all again |
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Can we, could we |
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Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind |
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Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were |
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Looking back flipping through the pages, remembering the stages |
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Of my status, emotional, |
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I search for ways to unlock the matrix, |
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This mystery is driving me through multiple stages of analyzing, |
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I lost in my mind state this spot too hot, need ventilation, |
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Facin' ill situations, I let imagination flow |
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With extraterrestrial rhyme styles |
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Causin' detrimental effects, before you can reflex |
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I'm mentally in laundromat state, never flat rate, |
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My mind infiltrated with lust deceit and mad papes, |
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My soul is restless, when MC's try to test this |
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Then I have to kick this, hectic, kind of dialectic |
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The illustrator verbalizing mental data |
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Words fly , causin' craters, I'm reaching for the respirator |
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Restlessly, but with nice entry, |
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And memories remain endlessly |
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Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then |
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Or has time rewritten every line |
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Then if we have a chance to do it all again |
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Can we, could we |
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Memories, may we beautiful again, what's too painful |
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to remember, we simply choose to forget, so it's the laughter |
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We'll remember, whenever, we'll remember, the way we were |
