| Take a glass from my past and fill it up,
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| Seeing these memories floating to the top,
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| And never learn it will burn till the last drop,
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| At the bottom of the bottle where I messed up.
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| And I keep looking back,
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| Keep looking back.
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| Replay time in high-res, slow-mo
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| Seeing your smile again, so pretty oh
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| Lord, why must my life be caught on video?
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| It’s playing now for all so long ago
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| Let it rest, let me forget you
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| Lord, why must my life be caught on video?
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| I might just see your face when I close my eyes,
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| If you only knew what I’d do to make it right,
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| On my knees, I can plead that the blame ain’t mine,
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| But it ain’t easy when the camera never lies.
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| And I keep looking back,
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| Keep looking back.
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| Replay time in high-res, slow-mo
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| Seeing your smile again, so pretty oh
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| Lord, why must my life be caught on video?
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| It’s playing now for all so long ago
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| Let it rest, let me forget you
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| Lord, why must my life be caught on video?
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| Replay time in high-res, slow-mo
|
| Seeing your smile again, so pretty oh
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| Lord, why must my life be caught on video?
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| It’s playing now for all so long ago
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| Let it rest, let me forget you
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| Lord, why must my life be caught on video?
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| Lord, why must my life be caught on video? |