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What would it take to gain acceptance |
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To the grounds behind your eyes |
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You know I'm open to suggestion |
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The one you made we never tried |
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Let it slip right out from under |
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Your breath and it rolled around my head |
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It was nothing I'd consider |
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I knew it had to happen then |
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Stood on the banks of the Potomac |
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We watched the water rushing by |
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You said we should live in the moment |
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Then I'd miss you all the time |
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And I know no one will believe me |
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But I don't want a second chance |
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To be an object of desire |
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If that means slipping through your hands |
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If I had tried to make you mine |
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You would have walked away |
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I can't compete with memories |
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They never have to change |
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This world is full of missing persons |
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All of these unsolved mysteries |
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If someone says they know for certain |
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They're selling something certainly |
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So when I set myself to wonder |
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All the questions that remain |
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The only one that even matters |
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Is when I'll see you're face again |
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I keep looking back for artifacts |
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To prove that you were here |
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The sound that's been keeps echoing |
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It never disappears |
