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My memory is filling with smoke |
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Such a relief not to know |
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Except for the body and soul |
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There's nothing here |
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I want to own |
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But I gave my love and it rolls like a wave |
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Back through my history on past the grave |
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My taxi is waiting outside |
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Sure we'll begin right on time |
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Now you are still writing your lines |
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But I will not open my eyes |
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But I gave my love and it rolls like a wave |
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Back through my history on past the grave |
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But I gave my love and it rolls like a wave |
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Back through my history on past the grave |
