| While window shopping through the past
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| I ran across a looking glass
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| Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light
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| Tragic magic prayers of passion
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| Stay the same through changing fashions
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| They freeze my mind like water on a winter’s night
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| Spent most of my youth
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| Out hobo cruising
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| And all I got for proof
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| Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
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| So goodbye nonbeliever
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| Don’t you know that I hate to leave here
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| So long babe, I got the flashback blues.
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| Photographs show the laughs
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| Recorded in between the bad times
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| Happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship
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| Cloudy skies and dead fruit flies
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| Waving goodbye with tears in my eyes
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| Well, sure I made it but ya know it was as hell of a trip.
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| Spent most of my youth
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| Out hobo cruising
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| And all I got for proof
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| Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
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| And ten times what it grieves you
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| That’s how much more I hate to leave you now
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| So long babe, I got the flashback blues.
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| Spent most of my youth
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| Out hobo cruising
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| And all I got for proof
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| Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
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| So goodbye nonbeliever
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| Don’t you know that I hate to leave here
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| So long babe, I got the flashback blues. |