| Is this the part when the brain scans show where memories reside?
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| Some ambiguous shape in me suddenly producing light
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| Triggered like a tripwire, every time I breathe it in
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| Isn’t it strange that a Lilac tree is what unlocks where I’ve been?
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| Like a time machine rebuilds the past, our memories return
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| Like remembering the ashes before we burn
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| It is the friction that lights the match
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| Desperate attempts that make it last
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| So hold my breath for as long as I can
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| Before long, the wind swells in
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| Starting a fight I could never win
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| But I’ll hold on as long as I can
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| It finishes against my will
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| The light goes out, my heart goes still
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| And just like that, I believe in ghosts
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| Time and space are at my back
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| Performing disappearing acts
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| Now I can escape the smell of smoke
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| Research says that the only way to keep memories intact
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| Is to lock 'em away and close the doors to countless years of past
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| I guess that explains why the strangest things can conjure up the past
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| And forgotten time will find its long way back
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| As thin as air, as light as snow
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| Some combination of the unknown
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| It doesn’t matter, I just know I need more
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| Cause I feel like I’ve been sleeping through the better part of this
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| Laying dormant through an endless winter that doesn’t even exist
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| It’s gravity in an hourglass
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| Responsible for the avalanche
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| And the loudest silence that I’ve ever heard
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| Memory clear as a bell
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| A story that I will try to tell
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| Maybe this time without words |