| If I could have every thought
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| As though for the first time
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| I’d never get sick of
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| The patterns of my mind
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| But I am stuck
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| If things go my way
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| I’ll stay in this room
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| Where tonight I want to lay
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| Kissing someone new
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| With a familiar face
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| I can’t replace
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| Because remembering, no
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| It hasn’t been enough
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| It’s like the partial glow
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| A bright flower gives off
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| At night
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| Color imprecise
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| What if I told you
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| It’ll all just end the same
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| And then turned to you
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| Showed you my game
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| You’d believe I’m stuck
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| Until I get ahold of
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| A stranger to remind me
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| I don’t contain the world
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| It is outside, can’t I see?
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| And in it I’m this lucky girl
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| And how to play my role
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| 'Til I get too old
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| By then remembering, oh
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| It better be enough
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| I’ll be covered head to toe
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| In the faded flower patterns of
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| Memories
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| Of nights like these
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| Of good times passed
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| I’ll be home at last
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| And I will give
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| Myself a fucking break
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| If things go my way
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| I’ll stay in this room
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| Where again I want to lay
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| Kissing someone new
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| Who tells me
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| Something pretty
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| So that I too
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| Can feel like someone new |