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Pictures of my mind, |
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them I can't forget. |
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Pictures of us, |
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I neither can forget. |
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Those old pictures, |
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I wish I could, |
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I wish I could, |
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forget. |
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I wish I could forget. |
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I wish I could forget. |
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Take it the way it is, |
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ain't no need to consider. |
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Don't care what you did, |
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you're only a consumer. |
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Prisoner to drugs and sweets, |
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free market for love and peace, |
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but don't forget the heartbeat, |
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how the heart really beats. |
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The consolation is |
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your endlessness, |
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how does it feel |
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to succeed less and less? |
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What helps me to survive |
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is your sickness, |
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You badly broken butterflies, |
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you poor princess. |