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I live on memories of a feeling |
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But my memory is so deceiving |
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repeating promises I still believe in |
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writing words for those who were leaving so long ago |
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So long ago |
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Trying hard to remember what I felt like |
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those words that almost made you melt down |
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those eyes that burned a hole right trough you |
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those days when no one really knew you |
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And the pain |
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so sovereign |
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The scraps and fragments I can recall |
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the punches and needles are not enough at all |
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To make my mind glow |
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To make my mind glow |
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To make my mind glow |
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the way only fire bestows |
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The street lamps are my friends when I'm escaping |
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from myself and the world that they are shaping |
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My inner fire turned into a lightbulb |
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I shy the sun to tell myself that it's still shining bright |
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my inner light |
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Chorus |
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I try to live a life that I remember |
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play a part that turned into a memory |
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I search for clues of greatness in my past life |
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looking forward has never been my strong side |
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In the past |
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is all that lasts |
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The scraps and fragments I can recall |
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the punches and needles are not enough at all |
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To make my mind glow |
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the way I used to |
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The scraps and fragments I try to grasp |
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the words and their meanings are running right through my hands |
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To make my mind glow |
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what do I need to do |
