I'm waiting to form a line
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To be honest in what I say
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I stopped to moving on
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I built a frame to fit around your head
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A season of silence passed
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Days of dust upon your photograph
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If all I have are faded memories
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How can I write your story?
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I remember the melody of a song
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But the words always escape my head
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Reduced to the plot of a book I read
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I recall your face, but forget the feeling
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I lost everything of yours, but a ring
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I have nothing to give back to you
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All I have is what I made
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All I have is a song, that I can't sing
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An old dream I had last night
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A blue and red rocket outside my door
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A knock and a brief exchange
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He asked me will I stay another year
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I tell him I need a home
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A great big farmhouse where we both can roam
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A beatific laugh, then he replies
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You should do what you want
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I remember the melody of the song
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But the words always escape my head
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Reduced to the plot of a book I read
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I recall your face, but forget the feeling
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I lost everything of yours, but a ring
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I have nothing to give back to you
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All I have is what I made
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All I have is a song, that I can't sing
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Kathy says that time tried to change her
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Oh, but she maintains for those still waking up
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Still coming home
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Forget The Feeling
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| Tilly And The Wall |
