| What would it take to gain acceptance
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| To the grounds behind your eyes?
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| You know I’m open to suggestion
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| The one you made we never tried
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| You let it slip right out from under
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| Your breath and it rolled around my head
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| Oh, it was nothing I’d consider
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| I knew it had to happen then
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| Stood on the banks of the Potomac
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| We watched the water rushing by
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| You said we should live in the moment
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| But then I’d miss you all the time
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| And I know no one will believe me
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| But I don’t want a second chance
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| To be an object of desire
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| If that means slipping through your hands
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| If I had tried to make you mine
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| You would have walked away
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| Life can’t compete with memories
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| They never have to change
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| This world is full of missing persons
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| All of these unsolved mysteries
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| If someone says they know for certain
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| They’re selling something, certainly
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| So when I set myself to wonder
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| On all the questions that remain
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| The only one that even matters
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| Is when I’ll see your face again
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| I keep looking back for artifacts
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| To prove that you were here
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| The sound that’s been, keeps echoing
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| It never disappears |