| Searching through the memory books
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| Of photographs your lovers took
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| Why play the game of place the pain
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| When you end up feeling just the same
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| Anyway…
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| Sleep comes so slowly now
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| So hard to keep the eyelids down
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| And you’re hoping soon to drown the sound
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| Of a voice you know that whispers in
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| Your mind…
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| Oh, it was a sad, sad day
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| The day you turned away
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| And there was nothing in your eye
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| You had told me once you found it impossible
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| To cry…
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| I know you’ve been there and back
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| I’ve been there too
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| But it was never really deep in you
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| To do those things you had to do…
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| And in your sleepy bedroom eyes
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| I saw the signs
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| And I lay awake all night
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| In the cold
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| Until the light burned my side
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| And there was nothing
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| There was nothing anymore…
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| And there was nothing
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| Not a feeling
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| As you glanced back from the door…
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| Move away to find another place
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| That illustrates your point of view
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| Surrounded by the little things
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| That re-assure
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| That reflect you…
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| Ooooo and there was nothing
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| And there was nothing in my heart
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| And there was nothing in my head
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| The light in your eyes is changing all the time
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| And I still have your smile
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| Burned into my mind… |