| Every city is a ghost town where I see remnants of us
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| That will never fade because they’ll never see the light
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| The streets remember our footprints
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| Maps made in sand and snow
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| Where we walked side by side
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| The things we told each other
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| Piece by piece
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| As it comes back now
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| Revisiting
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| I stopped searching for our missing ending
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| There are no dry winds carrying torn pages down abandoned roads
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| Fluttering
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| Caught on telephone poles
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| Waiting to be found and read aloud
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| Even if I alone returned to those streets
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| Deceased
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| I’d be choked by the ashes of long combusted paper dreams
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| You are being immortalized as I speak
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| Not just in words
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| But a reality I live in my sleep
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| Last night I dreamt you followed me
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| I can feel you always close
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| Sometimes a day ahead
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| Or two behind
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| Hunting down a similar night
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| Different from the next
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| I can still hear your voice in air currents you’ve since left and I’ve just
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| found
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| I told you to never try and find me
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| But how can I ask memories to leave
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| They just come and go as they please
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| And even if I wrote a thousand songs
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| No one will ever know what you’ve done to me
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| They’ll hear it echoing
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| Or see the delicate skin shed from a body still evolving
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| Ghosts of emotions lost and unable to give up
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| A carcass of a parasite that left one final scar before being cast from it’s
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| host
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| We’re not bound by ties
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| But inescapably intertwined in eachother’s lives
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| Your love was glass cut like a diamond
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| But I have discovered a truer fortune
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| I take pity on your greed
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| You will never regain wealth lost in me
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| And even as I immortalize you with my words
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| I know you don’t deserve this |