| I remember so well
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| I forget too easily
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| But the tracks of memory
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| Are so freely
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| Burned with pain
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| I forgot the words
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| I bury the meaning
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| I keep a dry heart
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| But the tears keep coming
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| It was something you said
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| It was a little thing but it fed
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| The spinning wheel in my head
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| And a part of me was dead
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| It was something you said
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| The letter in a bottle
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| Washed up on my beach
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| It was a picture
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| Of water, of love
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| So out of reach
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| So far so near
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| My fingers grab
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| Dancing in the light
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| I’m wound up so tight
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| It was something you said
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| It was a little thing but it fed
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| The spinning wheel in my head
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| And a part of me was dead
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| It was something you said |