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It's only been a week |
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The rush of being home in rapid fading |
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The failing to recall |
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What I was missing all that time in England |
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Has sent me aimlessly |
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On foot or by the help of transportation |
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To knock on windows where |
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My friend no longer live, I had forgotten |
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And everywhere I go |
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There's always something to remind me |
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Of another place in time |
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Where love that travelled far had found me |
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We stayed outside till two |
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Waiting for the light to come back |
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We didn't talk I knew |
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Until you asked what I was thinking |
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Until you asked what I was thinking |
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Brave men tell the truth |
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A wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles |
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A woman holds her tongue |
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Knowing silence will speak for her |
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Brave men tell the truth |
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A wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles |
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A woman holds her tongue |
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Knowing silence will speak for her |
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Will speak for her |
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And everywhere I go |
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There's always something to remind me |
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Of another place in time |
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Where love that travelled far had found me |
