| Who could really go out on their own?
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| For the first time I’m going out alone
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| You’ll tell me
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| It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s been done
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| We’re all down for the count
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| Can you strip me out of this sound?
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| Raise your hand and put it down
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| I’ve seen this dance before
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| Or would it be
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| Something like
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| Close your eyes and forget it’s me, forget it’s me
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| It’s a memory, man
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| Just the same thing, yeah
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| Could it be I’m losin' touch again?
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| For the first time, I thought I made it in
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| But I’ve been left out
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| I’m left out, I’m left out, I’ve lost touch, no password
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| No secret door
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| It’s a memory, man
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| Just the same thing, yeah
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| It’s a memory, man
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| Just the same thing, yeah
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| I’m a memory, man
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| Just an old fling, yeah
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| Who could really go out on their own?
|
| For the first time I’m going out alone
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| You’ll tell me
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| It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s been done
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| We’re all down for the count
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| Can you strip me out of this sound?
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| It’s a memory, man
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| Just the same thing, yeah
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| I’m a memory, man
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| Just an old fling, yeah
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| It’s a memory, man
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| Just the same thing, yeah
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| I’m a memory, man
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| Just an old fling, yeah |