| I live on memories of a feeling
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| But my memory is so deceiving
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| Repeating promises I still believe in
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| Writing words for those who were leaving so long ago
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| So long ago
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| Trying hard to remember what I felt like
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| Those words that almost made you melt down
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| Those eyes that burned a hole right trough you
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| Those days when no one really knew you
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| And the pain
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| So sovereign
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| The scraps and fragments I can recall
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| The punches and needles are not enough at all
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| To make my mind glow
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| To make my mind glow
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| To make my mind glow
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| The way only fire bestows
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| The street lamps are my friends when I’m escaping
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| From myself and the world that they are shaping
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| My inner fire turned into a lightbulb
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| I shy the sun to tell myself that it’s still shining bright
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| My inner light
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| I try to live a life that I remember
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| Play a part that turned into a memory
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| I search for clues of greatness in my past life
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| Looking forward has never been my strong side
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| In the past
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| Is all that lasts
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| The scraps and fragments I can recall
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| The punches and needles are not enough at all
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| To make my mind glow
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| The way I used to
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| The scraps and fragments I try to grasp
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| The words and their meanings are running right through my hands
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| To make my mind glow
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| What do I need to do |