| He tries to see, although he can’t
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| He tries, but doesn’t understand
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| He calls on a different phone-line
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| No one that he knows
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| An out of focus acquaintance
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| Speaking in a silent parlance «Remember me», breaks the silence
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| A recurring line again
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| He’s looking for something
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| Can’t see that he’s stranded
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| He’s just moving/going somewhere
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| He just can’t stand this feeling no more
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| He feels the blood run through his veins
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| Tries to get up, be young again
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| His face in the bathroom mirror
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| Someone looks at him
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| His undisputed kind of self-love
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| Weaker than it used to be like «Don't forget me», breaks the silence
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| A different life begins
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| He’s looking for something
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| Can’t see that he’s stranded
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| He’s just moving/going somewhere
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| He just can’t stand this feeling no more
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| Looks in the mirror, feels the snag
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| Packs his bag and picks a map «Don't forget me», seems inapt
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| He doesn’t want to know «Don't forget me»
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| He’s looking for something
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| Can’t see that he’s stranded
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| He’s just moving/going somewhere
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| He just can’t stand this feeling no more
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| He’s waiting for something
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| Becoming a vision
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| He’s just moving/going somewhere
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| He just can’t stand this feeling no more. |