| At the time, losing sight
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| And now that I can see
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| Summer rain, slight refrain
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| Into something new
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| Memories may fade, some remain the same
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| They won’t take your place
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| Memories can change, the truth will be arranged
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| Sometimes, it’s okay
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| Look into the sun when everything’s become
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| A whiter shade of gray
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| Memories will go, slowly float away
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| But I can see your face
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| From here
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| From here
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| Pale eyes, open fire
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| Slowly turning in
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| Yellow light, clear signs
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| Beginning to get through
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| Memories can fade, some remain the same
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| They won’t take your place
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| Memories may change, the truth will be arranged
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| Nothing stays the same
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| Look into the sun when everything’s become
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| A whiter shade of gray
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| Memories will go, slowly float away
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| But I can see your face
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here
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| In a dream, thoughts recalled
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| I return
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| Wildcard, let us down
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| Lesson learned
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| Break the chain and send it
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| Far away, let it go
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| It’s the old ways that you’re
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| Coming back to what you know
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| Memories may fade, some remain the same
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| They won’t take your place
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| Memories can change, the truth will be arranged
|
| Nothing stays the same
|
| Look into the sun when everything’s become
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| A whiter shade of gray
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| The memories have gone, slowly float away
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| But I can see your face
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here
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| From here |