| Drifted along, lost soul, so what do you know now about forgiveness?
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| Peel the wallpaper back to reveal scumbag, staggering reminder
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| Ended alone, punch drunk, you must admit adrift from the beginning
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| But it takes a strong girl to see when she’s weak in the knees and stone blind
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| Oh, and memory’s always up for a visit
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| Ah, but memory’s only out for itself
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| You see my hands can still speak
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| It seems I can do just what I want to
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| I can lift up a pen and begin to put an end to the smell
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| And all the young men that pass will not ask after the fate that awaits them
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| They will aspire peace of mind and return to the cards they were dealt
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| Oh, but memory’s always up for a visit
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| Oh, and memory’s only out for itself
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| No, you can’t give it away
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| Arms around it
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| Fate, the confusion of the butterfly in the diving bell |