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This morning |
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I woke up on the floor |
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Thinking I have never dreamed before |
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And in the afternoon |
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The nagging thought |
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That I have never lived or else forgot |
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I tell you stories |
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But truth be told |
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I can't remember |
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What came before |
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That's how I know |
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That's how I know |
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And I am brand new |
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And not so whole |
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That's how I know |
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On paper |
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I'm waving with a grin |
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Proof of places I have never been |
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So I pull you forward towards this spot |
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That I have never seen or else forgot |
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I show you pictures |
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Of this very corner |
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But I can't remember |
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Who pushed the shutter |
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I have no answer |
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You say "No matter" |
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My only memory |
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Is coming home |
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That's how I know |
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This morning |
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I woke up on the floor |
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Thinking I have never dreamed before |