| I watched them dancing hand in hand
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| They were drawing symbols in the sand
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| Before I see the light of dawn
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| I blink my eye
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| And they were gone gone gone
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| Seeing must not be believing
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| I can’t believe my eyes
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| I’ve been waiting on a memory to return
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| It’s on the tip of my tongue
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| The image was never burned
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| I don’t know what I saw
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| Barely remember it at all
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| I’ve waited oh so long
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| Just to be turned on
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| I don’t know what I saw
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| Barely remember it at all
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| Don’t let them turn me off
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| I’ve been waiting on a memory to return
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| It’s on the tip of my tongue
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| The image was never burned
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| The moments that I so admire
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| The bodies built of smokeless fire
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| The burdens that so heavy lay
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| No one can hear me pray
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| Seeing always seems deceiving
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| I can’t believe my eyes
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| I don’t know what I saw
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| Barely remember it at all
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| I’ve waited oh so long
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| Just to be turned on
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| I don’t know what I saw
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| Barely remember it at all
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| Don’t let them turn me off
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| Been waiting on a memory to return
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| It’s on the tip of my tongue
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| The image is always burned |