| Looking in the Past |
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| Looking in the past with my glasses dipped in sin |
| Counting all the things that won’t be and have never been |
| You know, I will never learn |
| That’s why I keep running back again |
| Images and scents, the come back with an ache |
| I was born to love the ashes so I get down to my fate |
| You know I will never learn |
| That’s why I keep running back again |
