I don't remember much of anything
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Of those years,
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Kind of strange and kind of sad
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Considering all the laughs
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and all the tears.
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Could it be this quiet cul-de-sac
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Or the cynical moon?
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Could it be the neighbor's cat watching
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Me from the living room?
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Either way, these days I feel so strange.
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I remember you; so strange.
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Do you remember me secretly?
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So I comb the depths of the ocean floor
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Of my memory; grasping onto some
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Shell, some piece some evidence
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Of you and me:
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Sunlight streams in morning
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Your head in the sheets
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Dancing naked in the living room
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(I still practice secretly).
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I remember you secretly.
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Do you remember me secretly?
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I remember you secretly.
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Do you remember me secretly?
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You're a mile away
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On your island, so close
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Doing who knows what
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With who-knows-who
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Haphazard lovers don't
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Seem to drown out your tune
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It goes for me anyway
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I don't know about you.
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Not A Through Street
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Anya Marina |