| Where do you start?
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| How do you separate the present from the past?
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| How do you deal with all the things you thought
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| Would last that didn’t last?
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| With bits of memories scattered here and there
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| I look around and don’t know where to start
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| Which books are yours?
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| Which tapes and dreams belong to you and which are mine?
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| Our lives are tangled like the branches
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| Of a vine that intertwine
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| So many habits that we’ll have to break
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| And yesterdays we’ll have to take apart
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| One day there’ll be a song or something in the air again
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| To catch me by surprise and you’ll be there again
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| A moment in what might have been
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| Where do you start?
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| Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?
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| Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?
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| I guess you try
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| And though I don’t know where
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| And don’t know when
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| I’ll find myself in love again
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| I promise there will always be A little place no on will see
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| A tiny part within my heart
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| That stays in love with you |