| By jim carroll and steve linsley
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| Youre passing,
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| I hear your shadow through the door
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| Its outlined on my shade
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| Like a map of some foreign shore
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| If I could keep that shadow,
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| I could live forever in these
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| Rooms, the rooms inside my dreams. |
| ..
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| And dreams have kept me in these rooms
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| Ive never seen her face
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| But Ive memorized each sound. |
| ..
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| The way the wind m eets grace
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| When its shadows pull her gown
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| But I could never hear the whispers,
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| Voices cannot reach my room
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| I live inside my dreams, and dreams
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| Have locked me in these rooms
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| I have no sense of time,
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| Or even night and day. |
| I left my body
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| Somewhere, somehow it Just got in the way
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| I guess I always knew
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| These rooms would all lead back to you |