| Come home where all the walls are blank space
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| Left by memories erased
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| Look at this sun-stained frame, the outline
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| The ghost of a better time
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| The floorboards scream your absence
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| The light, it burned in past-tense
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| You can’t rewrite the history you’re missing
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| You can’t disguise the misery I’m living
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| I’m grieving the loss of your memory, forgotten
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| Don’t try to convince me, the li you want to believe
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| Th life I knew was a lamp-like dream
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| Casting shadows of reality
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| But you can’t touch the things I’ve felt
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| Can’t have back the time you’ve dealt
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| I’ve got a handful of respect
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| I’m digging truth out of it’s grave (I'm digging truth out of it’s grave)
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| You can’t rewrite the history you’re missing
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| You can’t disguise the misery I’m living
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| I’m grieving the loss of your memory, forgotten
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| Don’t try to convince me, the lie you want to believe
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| 'Cause I remember everything
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| Life and death and all in between
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| The colors of fall, the new life of spring
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| The home that we made that you couldn’t see
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| Do you recall? |
| (You dropped down your dead weight, that wasn’t your mistake)
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| Do you recall? |
| (You can’t release your mourning, you’re part of history)
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| Being happy at all? |
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| Do you recall? |
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| You can’t rewrite the history you’re missing
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| You can’t disguise the misery I’m living
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| I’m grieving the loss of your memory, forgotten
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| Don’t try to convince me, the lie you
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| You want to believe |