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I can see the place where I came from |
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I can hear those sounds right now |
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I can find the paths I used to run |
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And believe I still know how |
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Then I shake my head, clearing my vision |
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I keep those scenes at bay |
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And I can see the place where I came from |
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Slipping further and further away |
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And I can feel the way I used to feel |
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When the world was small and green |
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And you sang a song of soft appeal |
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And I curled into my dream |
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Then I shake my head, clearing my vision |
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I keep those scenes at bay |
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And I can feel the way I used to feel |
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Slipping further and further away |
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Time keeps moving faster and faster |
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I'm not losing track |
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I'm afraid that something's forgotten |
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So I keep looking back |
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I can hear the songs you used to sing |
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I can swear I won't let go |
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You were strong and you knew everything |
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That was all I had to know |
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Then I shake my head, clearing my vision |
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I keep those scenes at bay |
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And I can hear the songs you used to sing |
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Slipping further and further away |