| There’s a photograph in celluloid
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| Some little boy
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| A sweet, sad paragraph
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| I wrote in the school magazine
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| And if I close my eyes
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| Then it all comes back to me
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| Under sunny skies
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| When I was seventeen
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| But all these solid certainties
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| They had sadness underneath
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| And all these happy memories
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| They have spaces in between
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| Oh I see it now, see it now
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| Look back and see
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| From shadows, the loneliness reaching for me
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| I will give it a home so it’s never alone
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| It was buried so deep but
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| I see it now, see it now
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| Look back and see
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| From shadows the loneliness reaching for me
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| I will give it a home so it’s never alone
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| Now there’s nothing to fear
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| I see it so clear
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| Online video, low quality
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| I’m watching me
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| Why I’ll never know
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| What’s dead and gone
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| Keeps holding on
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| I try to shut my mind
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| But it still comes back at me
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| Under different skies
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| Now I’m thirty-three
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| When all life’s solid certainties
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| Have been shaken to the core
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| No defeats, no victories
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| I won’t fight it anymore
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| Oh I see it now, see it now
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| Look back and see
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| From shadows the loneliness reaching for me
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| I will give it a home so it’s never alone
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| It was buried so deep but
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| I see it now, see it now
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| Look back and see
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| From shadows the loneliness reaching for me
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| I will give it a home so it’s never alone
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| Now there’s nothing to fear
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| I see it so clear
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| I see it so clear
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| I see it so clear
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| I see it so clear
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| I see it so clear
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| See it now, see it now
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| Look back and see
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| From shadows the loneliness reaching for me
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| I will give it a home so it’s never alone
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| Now there’s nothing to fear
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| I see it so clear |