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The picture is burned at the edge |
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And you're looking away |
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Looking for what's next |
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And strange how through time we look the same |
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Your eyes and mine looking away |
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Too scared to see human remains |
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And soon enough soon enough |
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This will all be a memory |
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And soon enough soon enough |
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This will fade like the photograph |
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Of you and me |
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Our history is just in our blood |
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And history like love is never enough |
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And I recognize so much of you |
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In these eyes always so blue |
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Why always so blue |
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And soon enough soon enough |
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This will all be a memory |
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And soon enough soon enough |
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This will fade like a photograph |
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Those things that I've lost and things that I've sold |
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This case is now closed the trail has gone cold |
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And your sticks all are snakes I throw them aside |
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They twist till they break but they never die |
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This is not enough this is not enough |
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This is not enough this is not enough for me |
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This is not enough this is not enough |
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This is not enough for any of us to be |
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The picture is burned at the edge |
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And you're looking away looking for what's next |
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Tell me what's next |
