| This building smelled so familiar
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| Well I had thought the sense was lost
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| And in a day dream I imagined my house
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| Where all my father’s sense of strength was lost
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| It’s all we have
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| It’s all we have
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| So find me a place to begin
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| If I could get this feeling to end
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| Trembling idle hands holding me there
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| We laugh in the face of love
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| Cause nobody’s really there
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| Nobody’s real
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| Desire, I would try it either way
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| We believe in something invisible
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| The sense of smell that you use all your life
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| Well now you know your father lied
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| It’s all we have
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| So find me a place to begin
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| If I could get this feeling to end
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| With trembling idle hands holding me there
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| We laugh in the face of love
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| Cause nobody’s really there
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| Nobody’s real
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| And I could never find my way without
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| But you’re already there
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| And we, we’ve come a long long way without
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| Without maps in our hands
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| It’s all we have
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| So find me a place to begin
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| If I could get this feeling to end
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| Trembling idle hands holding me there
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| We laugh in the face of love
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| Cause nobody’s really there
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| Nobody’s real |