| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| What would you to if it was up too, and you were just to down and out
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| Built a lost love shrine
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| Your heart was never mine
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| Turning back the clocks
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| When we we’re taking sunset beach walks
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| Strolling to find
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| The romantic sign
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| Rhythm, curtesy and divine
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| On you could remember what was said
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| Like Odysseus’s olive tree bed
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| A blanket under the stars
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| It was just ours
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| Now we are trashing the memory
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| While I’m fucked up on ecstasy
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| All the empathy without the hennesy
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| Relationship lacking energy
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| Kisses become disses
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| With well wishes
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| And what really matters to me
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| Resistible to be non-reciprocal
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| But permissible, counterparts
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| That can only be held together
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| By unbreakable hearts
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| Under magnetic chemistry
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| Drive-inns of you and me vibe-in'
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| What would you to if it was up too, and you were just to down and out
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| Matters of the heart
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| Deep down it starts
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| You feel it frequently
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| You keep it secretly
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| I have been stuck on you like glue
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| Trying to figure out why my eyes were blue
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| Tried and true
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| No one ever found imperfections in a nightgown
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| I don’t ever want you back
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| This put me on the attack
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| I’ve been looking at you strangely
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| Too many times lately
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| Holding your hand thru the crowd
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| Looking for stars in between the clouds
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| Shadows of the moonlight
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| Fears of being alone at night
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| Forced to face the trouble until it ends
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| Lonely as a kid who plays with an imaginary friend
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| Even out on the street, time will spend
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| No return address, where can I send?
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| Speak softly, I am awfully sorry
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| I haven’t had my coffee
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| And my mouth taste salty
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| Last night plays fondly
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| And I feel wrongly
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| What would you to if it was up too, and you were just to down and out
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| You nudge and barge
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| Out-burst and snap
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| Scary thoughts, disconcert
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| I’m worse like the curse
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| Denying it only hurts
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| When we’re on the brinks
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| To stink and over think
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| Like the car placed in the willow
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| I need to recharge in my pillow
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| Turn the lights down low
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| I wanna flow as I go
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| Standing with best nothing less
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| Than a hairy treasure chest
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| A ventriloquist with an angelic twist
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| When I beat box with a hist
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| Just a spark than a diss
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| Playing wack-a-mole with a giant pole
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| And a concentration gradient
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| To feel radiant
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| Fear of rejection
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| Want attention
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| And dream of perfection
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| With your name on the tip of my tongue
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| Whoa did I get stung
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| Pacifying at raves, on occasion
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| A highlighted duration
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| Searching for chem-trails
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| And chasing tails
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| Miracle acceleration
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| Imagination thru vaccinations
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| Vision and Flashbacks of what you, used to mean to me
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| What would you to if it was up too, and you were just to down and out |