| I remember the sounds from the hall and the books on the shelf
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| I remember them all
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| I remember the clock on the desk and the chair and the rug
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| And all of the rest
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| Like the venetian blinds drawn shut
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| The record playing over and over until dawn
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| Until the grooves had worn thin on that one song
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| I remember thinking we were worlds apart
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| Until I heard your words and it spoke my heart
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| I remember thinking I was too far gone
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| And you reminded me that there is no such thing
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| I remember a weight like lead crashing down on my hope
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| Thunder in my head
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| I remember the pain, the spasm, the sense of lost
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| Falling into a chasm
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| And the blinds drawn shut
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| The record playing over and over
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| Until dawn, until the grooves had worn thin
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| On that one song
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| I remember thinking we were worlds apart
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| Until I heard your words and it spoke my heart
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| I remember thinking I was too far gone
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| And you reminded me that there is no such thing
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| I remember
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| Like it was yesterday
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| I remember
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| Like it was yesterday
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| I remember
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| You’re smile
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| I remember you touch, your voice
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| I remember, oh I remember
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| I remember thinking we were worlds apart
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| Until I heard your words and they spoke my heart
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| I remember thinking I was too far gone
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| And you reminded me, you did, that’s there no such thing
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| No such thing |