| Days pass by like centries
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| as I stare out my dirty window
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| Must have been about a month or so
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| but found like a lifetime ago
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| Found as if I lived those memories as a different person
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| As the rain falls it seems
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| my condition will only worsen
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| my senses go to remember
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| the feelings of when as long with the pictures
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| from that drury November
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| but the fog in my vision got thicker
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| Wash away all the empty words
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| that don’t mean
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| the same things as they once did
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| Maybe it’s fault my maybe I misheard
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| Memories I must forbid
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| I still remember every word you said
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| the sky may be cloudy but not my head
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| the day you walked away from me
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| Was the longest day in history
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| and now I know I lived those memories as a different person (different person)
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| Every time it rains it seems my conditions will only worsen
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| my senses go to remember
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| the feelings of when as long with the pictures
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| from that drury November
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| but the fog in my vision got thicker
|
| Wash away all the empty words
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| that don’t mean
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| the same things as they once did
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| Maybe it’s fault my maybe I misheard
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| Memories I must forbid
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| Wash away all the empty words
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| that don’t mean
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| the same things as they once did
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| Maybe it’s fault my maybe I misheard
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| these memories these memories
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| Wash away all the empty words
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| that don’t mean
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| the same things as they once did
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| Maybe it’s fault my maybe I misheard
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| Memories I must forbid |