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ok go Return |
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Now its years since your body went flat |
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and even memories of that |
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are all think and dull, |
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all gravel and glass. |
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But who needs them now |
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displaced they're easily more safe |
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the worst of it now: I can't remember your face. |
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Return. Return. Return. Return. |
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For a while, with the vertigo cured, |
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we were alive we were pure. |
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The void took the shape |
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of all that you were, |
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but years take their toll, |
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and things get bent into shape... |
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Antiseptic and tired, |
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I can't remember your face. |
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Return. Return. Return. Return. |
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You were supposed to grow old. |
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You were supposed to grow old. |
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Reckless, unfrightened, and old, |
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you were supposed to grow old. |
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you were supposed to grow old. |
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you were supposed to grow old. |
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you were supposed to grow old. |
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Return. Return. |
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You were supposed to return. |
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You were supposed to return. |
