(Dan Messe)
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Traded my last favor
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For a map of St. Charlene
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All these ghosts and angels
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Friends and strangers
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Ask me where I've been
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The engine seemed to tremble
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When I drove through our old town
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And I found the house
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Where we used to live
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When I tried my key
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I don't know what I thought I'd find
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I tried to remember
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What I thought I thought I left behind
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The rooms were all deserted
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Though the landlord kept them well
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They were swept and shuttered
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Paint that covered our familiar smells
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I looked around our kitchen
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And I climbed the narrow stairs
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And I called your name
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Just so I could hear it
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And I swear these rooms
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Were where we once used to make love
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Now they're just a space
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And there's no trace left of us
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I spent another five days
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On the banks of St. Charlene
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After my car was fixed
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I made some extra cash for gasoline.
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I left without remembering
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The reason I had come
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But I knew then that I needed to leave
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If I'm sad at least I know
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That nothing's what it was
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And I'm out of place
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Cuz there's no trace left of us
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There was no trace left of us
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St. Charlene
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