| I’ve been searchin' all the corners of my room
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| Sweeping dust and memories under the carpet that we purchased
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| Somewhere on some cool retreat, somewhere in Africa somewhere
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| I’ve been trying to catch my breath from the illusion that I lost it
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| When you left me
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| I’ve been checking for the weather and the time
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| I’m like a bag that’s dropped and drifting in the wind
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| That blows from hurricanes that come just after grey clouds fill my eyes
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| I’ve been trying to find my footing on the slopes of the illusion that I lost it
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| When you left me
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| Like bare feet on hot concrete, we have come to some division
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| Based on pain from bad decisions
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| Just like clothespins snapped by wild winds
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| Sometimes you can’t hold on to love, and never die
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| I’ve been planting all the flowers that you like
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| With the hope they will take root and smell the blossoms
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| When the wind blows as we sit deep in the garden sipping tea
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| As I watch you looking at me
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| I’ve been trying to find reality
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| A grip on the illusion that I lost you
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| When you left me |