| I’m flipping through these pages
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| Me memory seems jaded
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| A lot’s been lost since my mothers dream
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| But these sudden flashing colors
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| Close my eyes
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| Only seven
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| Full of life
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| Feel my heart it’s aching over
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| Feel my heart it’s aching over
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| And I I remember being young
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| Seventeen
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| Yes you’d come to my house
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| Won’t you tell me the things that I’d done to you this time
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| Never in my life did I feel so unsheltered
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| In my mind I could feel you’re nothing
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| Good for nothing
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| As you told me Yes you told me how hard I tried
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| Oh these broken bones
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| You carry me home
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| My mothers dreams
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| She called it My mothers dreams
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| She called it Yes my age
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| Has turned in my direction
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| Cold and lonely resurrection
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| Lies they told me why I’m lost within your soul
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| But I’ve worn all those patches in my dreams
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| Always broken at the seams
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| Won’t you help me Won’t you help me Oh no angel |