| I’ve seen this here I’ve stood here before.
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| You know I have boy.
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| You know I’ve been right here.
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| I’ve felt the fire from this war.
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| You know I have so.
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| So let me see it again.
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| And you are my fading photograph. |
| And ripped memory.
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| And your burning memoirs rest here. |
| You know they wrestle with me.
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| You are the noise in here I cannot sleep without.
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| Constant reminders everywhere in between
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| You are the way out of here. |
| The grace that I have found
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| Constant reminders everywhere in between
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| I’ve lived out all my crazy Vegas dreams.
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| I’ve seen it all boy.
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| I’ve seen it all right here.
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| And now regret the glamour that I have made.
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| Please forgive me.
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| Oh God forgive me.
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| And you are my fading photograph. |
| And ripped memory.
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| And your burning memoirs rest here. |
| You know they wrestle with me.
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| You are the noise in here I cannot sleep without.
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| Constant reminders everywhere in between
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| You are the way out of here. |
| The grace that I have found
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| Constant reminders everywhere in between
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| I walked away from
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| And now I wish a poem
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| I’ve come to tell you
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| I’m coming home tonight
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| I’m on my way back home
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| And your arms tell me it’s been too long
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| I’m on my way back home
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| And your lips tell me it’s been too long
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| You are the noise in here I cannot sleep without.
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| Constant reminders everywhere in between
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| You are the noise in here I cannot sleep without.
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| Constant reminders everywhere in between
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| You are the way out of here the grace that I have found.
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| Constant reminders everywhere in between |