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And I can't explain enough |
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And I wont let it last the night |
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I'll show you that the image is still there |
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Unseen |
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We get it our own way |
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Tripping on our feet |
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Filling up our heads too much |
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With words too hard to speak |
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Drowning in a place |
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Where the night can not escape |
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Commit ourselvs into the depths |
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Exposed against a page |
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Caught in a phrase |
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An echo in our minds |
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A flash |
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A flood |
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And its burned into our eyes |
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And I can't explain enough |
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And I wont let it last the night |
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I'll show you that the image is still there |
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Unseen |
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It's darkest before the light |
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If we shut our eyes too see |
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The things that we |
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Have lost inside the lines between |
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Between the black and white |
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Where everything goes grey |
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And everything's unsaid, undone |
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And the negative bleeds away |
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To reveal the memory |
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That we've waited for so long for |
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The image shifts |
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The acid drips down the paper to the floor |
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Caught in a phrase |
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An echo in our minds |
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A flash |
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A flood |
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And its burned into our eyes |
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And I can't explain enough |
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And I wont let it last the night |
|
I'll show you that the image is still there |
|
Unseen |
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It's darkest before the light |
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And if we shut our eyes too see |
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The things that we |
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Have lost inside the lines between |
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We're so nervous to see |
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If we've let too much in |
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If we |
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If we were out of focus or out of frame |
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I know |
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It's a moment of truth |
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If a recollection reflects reality |
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Or if it's lost forever |
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And I can't explain enough |
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And I wont let it last the night |
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I'll show you that the image is still there |
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Unseen |
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It's darkest before the light |
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If we shut our eyes too see |
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The things that we |
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Have lost inside the lines between |
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And I wont let it last |
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The image is still there |
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Unseen |
