| Abandoned nerves for the night
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| And threw my fears over the summit’s peak
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| I dug my nails in the sand
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| And begged the canyon to begin to speak
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| I have the faintest recollection of us
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| I wait for light’s reply
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| I try so hard, but can’t remember its touch
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| An endless expanse
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| To search for purpose when the Earth is flat
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| I was the last to have known you’d circle back to
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| Dig your nails in my past
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| To force my hand before you turned your back
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| Reducing time and trust to desert’s ash and dust
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| Well, I have the faintest recollection of us
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| I echo your reply
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| I try so hard but can’t remember your touch
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| I can’t remember your touch
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| I can’t remember your touch
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| I can’t remember your touch
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| I can’t remember your touch
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| I can’t remember when
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| Photocopied black and white
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| This is your lasting image
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| Your colors fade to remain
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| Distorted grey, pressed
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| Pages marking bigger problems
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| I choose to keep this as the you I’ll fold in two
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| Just to throw away
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| I have the faintest recollection of us
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| I have a faded recollection of us |