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I touch your silver shirt without you in it. |
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It looks like you've been hurt. |
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I'm told to "stay here." police all gather around. |
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They want to know where I've been... |
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You could be anywhere. |
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By design, I forgot you everywhere. |
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And won't you come back here? You could be anywhere. |
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I search for months around. |
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I finally see you dancing off the ground. |
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I run to meet you. I've been in this room, |
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locked inside with you. |
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I try not to do this. |
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Your hair's so long like it was years ago. |
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My fingers need it... to touch you like I should have known. |
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I don't think I should stay here. You must, but I should go. |
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There's nothing left to do here. I must leave time alone. |