| I know exactly, where I was when I
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| First saw you the way I see you now, through these eyes, waiting to retry
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| Those pristine days I, recall so fondly
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| So few are trials when a life isn’t lonely, and now if only
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| I’d never felt it, I’d never heard it
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| I know I loved you did I even deserve it, when you returned it
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| There’s no suspicion, no hesitation
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| Believing through the eyes of sore, adoration
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| Witness and know, fracture and hurt
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| Eyes in the fire, blink unrehearsed
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| Shield like a house, closing its doors
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| Curved in the dark, rinses of yours
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| Ashtray is crowded, bottle is empty
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| No music plays and nothing moves with-out drifting, into a memory
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| Busy apartment, no room for grieving
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| Sink full of dishes and no trouble believing, that you are leaving
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| Mid-sentence tremors, mind at its weakest
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| One way of shaking off the thoughts that it sleeps with
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| Witness and know, fracture and hurt
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| Eyes in the fire, blink unrehearsed
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| Shield like a house, closing its doors
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| Curved in the dark, rinses of yours
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| In walks the darkness, I pitch without you
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| Asks me do I realize what I’d done and who I’d done to, indeed I do know
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| It never leaves me, just visits less often
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| It isn’t gone and I won’t feel its grip soften, without a coffin
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| Breathing beside me, feeling its warmness
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| Phantom affection gives a human, performance
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| Witness and know, fracture and hurt
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| Eyes in the fire, blink unrehearsed
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| Shield like a house, closing its doors
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| Curved in the dark, rinses of yours |