| I save the letters that people send to you
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| As a picture of your outlines
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| A silhouette of your voice
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| I don’t know what you asked
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| But I keep all the answers
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| I don’t know what you said
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| But I have all the questions
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| Time goes so fast
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| Every now is past
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| Time goes so fast
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| Every now is past
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| Will someone try to wake me out
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| By what you sent to me
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| Will they burn my memory
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| Till it’s white dust
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| And keys that open nothing
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| And shoes that go nowhere
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| And wombs that had no babies
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| Are waiting up the stairs
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| Time goes so fast
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| Every now is past
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| Time goes so fast
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| Every now is past
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| The same stones, same bones
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| That had someone else before
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| Time goes so fast
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| Every now is past
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| Time goes so fast
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| Every now is past
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| Time goes so fast
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| Every now was |