| Old photographs
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| Black and white convictions
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| I remember the way you were facing this restriction
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| Old pieces of paper
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| Memories to fight over
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| Self-interest and loss
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| There’s nothing to remember
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| We tried to look back
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| We never told your family
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| Nothing to keep back
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| We lived up to your memory
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| Sayonara, old Singapore
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| Dancing women in barrooms
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| Probably not around anymore
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| Tattoos of sinking ships
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| Silver, long bruised black
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| Some old photographs
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| Fixing history won’t get it back
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| Never told anyone
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| We never told the family
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| We tried to live up
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| To live up to your memory
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| I don’t believe in anything I ever said or did
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| The pain you kept buried
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| Life you kept hid
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| I live up to nothing
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| There’s nothing to live up to
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| Just a rage that’s buried
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| And a silence to live through
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| We never told anyone
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| We never told a soul
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| Never saw you get free
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| We lived up to your memory
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| We lived up to your memory
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| I don’t believe in anything
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| I ever said or did |