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I don't remember much of anything of those years |
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Kind of strange, kind of sad considering all the laughs and all the tears |
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Could it be this quiet cul-de-sac or the cynical moon? |
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Could it be the neighbor's cat watching me from the living room? |
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Either way, these days I feel so strange |
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I remember you, so strange |
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Do you remember me secretly? |
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So I comb the depths of the ocean floor |
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Of my memory, grasping onto some shell |
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Some piece, some evidence of you and me |
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Sunlight streams in mornings, your head in the sheets |
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Dancing naked in the living room, I still practice secretly |
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I remember you secretly |
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Do you remember me secretly? |
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I remember you secretly |
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Do you remember me secretly? |
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You're a mile away on your island, so close |
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Doing who knows what with who knows who |
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Haphazard lovers don't seem to drown out your tune |
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It goes for me anyway, but I don't know about you |
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So no matter what or when or who |
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You remember me, I'll remember |
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You remember me, I'll remember |
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You remember me, I'll remember you secretly |
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Remember you secretly, I'll remember |
