| Glory days
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| At times I felt so hypnotized
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| I had
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| Eyes to see you
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| Skin to feel you
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| And my hopes were bright and high
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| I thought there could be
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| Someone else
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| But time has proven otherwise
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| So I greet you
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| And I treat you
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| As if everything was right
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| I float along with the evening’s tide
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| Memories washing by
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| Are like blindfolds on my eyes
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| Blindfolds on my eyes
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| Love burns
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| Memories
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| Oh memories
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| Hold me in your caring hands
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| Let me feel you
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| Cause I need to
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| Embrace your quicksand
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| Sayonara
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| Sayonara
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| Emptiness is all I have
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| I loved with no reason
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| Out of key and
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| Now I’m a lost man
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| I float along with the evening’s tide
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| Memories washing by
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| Are like blindfolds on my eyes
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| Blindfolds on my eyes
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| Love burns
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| I hear your voice as I’m recalling all those memories
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| And I feel an undertow of solace climb my spine
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| Only a thought of you accepting my apologies
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| Would start the healing of this burning in my eyes
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| I’m redeemed from you
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| I’m redeemed from you
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| When I settle my eyes to the present, which I could never rely on
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| How I needed you
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| Help me make up my mind about choosing a life so hard to decide on
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| I believe it’s true
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| I believe it’s true
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| Life is only a test of our gratitude
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| Either spit or smile on
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| I float along with the evening’s tide
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| Memories washing by
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| Are like blindfolds on my eyes
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| Blindfolds on my eyes
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| Love burns |