There are places that I've been to
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Places part of me
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Places that I've left
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And I don't remember them
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There are things I want to tell you
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Secrets that I keep
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Things I've got to tell you
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But they're better left unsaid
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People that I talk to
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Think they're wasting time
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Think that they are trapped
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But I know that's just a lie
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Pull your candle in closer
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Put your hand above the flame
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Smash your glass on the table
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Now talk about love
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Well there's love I can remember
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Love not far away
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Lovers I remember
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But there's nothing left to say
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Pictures I've forgotten
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Pictures part of me
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Pictures on the wall
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All get put away
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Let's stop all of this talking
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Just sit and take it in
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Stop or I am walking
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And all we got is wasted.
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Mother Sunday
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