| Is this the part where the brain scans show
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| where memories reside?
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| some abiguous shape in me suddenly producing light
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| Triggered like a tripwire
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| Every time I breathe it in
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| Isn’t it strange that a lilac tree is what
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| unlocks where Ive been?
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| like a time machine rebuilds the past,
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| our memories return
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| Like remembering the ashes
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| before we burn
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| It is the friction that lights the match
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| Desperate attempts that make it last
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| So hold my breathe for as long as I can
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| Before long, the wind swells in
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| started a fight I could never win
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| but I will hold on as long as I can
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| It finishes against my will
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| The light goes out, my heart goes still
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| and just like that, i believe in ghosts.
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| Time and space are at my back
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| Performing disappearing acts
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| Now I can escape the smell of smoke
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| The research says that the only way
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| to keep memories intact
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| Is to lock them away and close the doors
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| to countless years that past
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| I guess that explains why the strangest things
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| can conjure up the past
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| and forgotten time will find its long way back
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| As thin as air
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| As light as snow
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| Some combination of the unkown
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| It doesn’t matter, I just know I need more
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| Cause I feel like I’ve been sleeping through the better part of this
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| Laying dormant through an endless winter
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| that doesn’t even exist
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| It’s gravity in an hourglass
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| responsible for the avalanche
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| and the loudest silence that I’ve ever heard
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| Memory clear as a bell
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| A story I will try to tell
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| Maybe this time without words |