| Could we savor these early hours
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| If we’re speaking with our backs turned
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| To each other or are we here
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| Just to be alone?
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| I am right here in front of you
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| Why is it that you don’t speak
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| I rose from the hospital bed to find you in the city
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| But you look through me as if I’m a ghost
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| I’ve left the clues from our past
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| Yet the path you won’t follow
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| What more can I do to step into your view
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| Could we savor these early hours
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| If we’re speaking with our backs turned
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| To each other or are we here
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| Just to be alone?
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| There is nothing else
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| That I can say
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| It seems the memories have
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| Only remained with me
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| Was it the least of your worries that I arise
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| Without any scars from the wreck
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| I can’t bear to ask these questions
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| Since you don’t even seem to know my face
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| I’ve left the clues from our past
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| Yet the path you won’t follow
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| What more can I do
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| To step into your view
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| There is nothing else
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| That I can say
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| It seems the memories have
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| Only remained with me
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| So to the mirror I turn to see
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| Questioning my reflection
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| Never before was there a need to fear
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| So why is there one now?
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| There is nothing else
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| That I can say
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| It seems the memories have
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| Only remained with me
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| There is nothing else
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| That I can say
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| It seems the memories have
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| Only remained with me |