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We were made to let go |
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Why do you cling to thefalling leaves and'for sale' things |
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We're imaginary,we've always been |
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We've always been |
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Have they taken yourmind away from me? |
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Just a trick of the eyes,a guise, a scheme |
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I got nothing to keep,nothing to leave |
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Nothing to leave |
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You will find me in thevalleys, in the gulliesof your mind |
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Pigeon blood-red, cut andcarat in the eyelids of yourblindest memory |
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Memories,memories,memories |
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At a party with nobody whowill love you but the wine |
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Gobbled pills that the doctorshould have never prescribed |
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Scattered letters to theboyfriends you havenever identified with |
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Surreptitious, spilling kissesyou could never quite deny |
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Memories,memories,memories |
