| Nothing sounds like the source
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| Time slows that force
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| When the echo comes around
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| Nothing sounds like the source
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| Time slows that force
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| When the echo comes around
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| I turn everything down
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| Leave things in the past
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| Hope the ringing doesn’t last
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| Get inside the cocoon
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| Try to change my tune
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| But the words I left behind
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| Are still there for me to find
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| I can still hear who I was meant to be
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| I’m the reflection of a dream
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| When i was 15
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| The boy still waits for me
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| To set him free
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| Head in the sand
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| He takes my hand
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| Show me where the sound began
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| The child makes the man
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| Ripples in an endless sea
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| Reverberate a destiny
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| Oh, send me to eternity
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| Not gone, only changed
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| I was a boy, I used to sing
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| That sound won’t die like me
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| Those old songs stay with me
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| I can still hear the things I used to say
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| Sounds ripple through an age
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| To grow or be replaced
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| You can hear the meaning change
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| The spirit resonates
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| Give myself away handed down to replay
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| Stay inside what i became
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| Live two lives the same way
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| The words I left behind
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| Are still there for me to find
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| I can still hear who I was meant to be
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| The records we used to play
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| Still hum, still vibrate
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| The frequency decays
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| But the fidelity remains
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| So in the end
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| When the song starts to fade
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| I’m still the boy
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| In the middle of the wave
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| Not gone, only changed
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| I was a boy, I used to sing
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| That sound won’t die with me
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| Those old songs stay
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| I can still be the boy
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| I used to be
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| I’m an echo
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| So young, so old
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| Never let go
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| Of what you outgrow
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| I’m an echo |