| | |
| Memories, like the comers of my mind | |
| Misty water colored memories, of the way we were | |
| Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
| Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
| Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
| Or has time rewritten every line | |
| Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
| Can we, could we | |
| Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
| Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
| Looking back flipping through the pages, remembering the stages | |
| Of my status, emotional, | |
| I search for ways to unlock the matrix, | |
| This mystery is driving me through multiple stages of analyzing, | |
| I lost in my mind state this spot too hot, need ventilation, | |
| Facin' ill situations, I let imagination flow | |
| With extraterrestrial rhyme styles | |
| Causin' detrimental effects, before you can reflex | |
| I'm mentally in laundromat state, never flat rate, | |
| My mind infiltrated with lust deceit and mad papes, | |
| My soul is restless, when MC's try to test this | |
| Then I have to kick this, hectic, kind of dialectic | |
| The illustrator verbalizing mental data | |
| Words fly , causin' craters, I'm reaching for the respirator | |
| Restlessly, but with nice entry, | |
| And memories remain endlessly | |
| Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
| Or has time rewritten every line | |
| Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
| Can we, could we | |
| Memories, may we beautiful again, what's too painful | |
| to remember, we simply choose to forget, so it's the laughter | |
| We'll remember, whenever, we'll remember, the way we were |
| Memories, like the comers of my mind | |
| Misty water colored memories, of the way we were | |
| Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
| Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
| Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
| Or has time rewritten every line | |
| Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
| Can we, could we | |
| Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
| Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
| Looking back flipping through the pages, remembering the stages | |
| Of my status, emotional, | |
| I search for ways to unlock the matrix, | |
| This mystery is driving me through multiple stages of analyzing, | |
| I lost in my mind state this spot too hot, need ventilation, | |
| Facin' ill situations, I let imagination flow | |
| With extraterrestrial rhyme styles | |
| Causin' detrimental effects, before you can reflex | |
| I' m mentally in laundromat state, never flat rate, | |
| My mind infiltrated with lust deceit and mad papes, | |
| My soul is restless, when MC' s try to test this | |
| Then I have to kick this, hectic, kind of dialectic | |
| The illustrator verbalizing mental data | |
| Words fly , causin' craters, I' m reaching for the respirator | |
| Restlessly, but with nice entry, | |
| And memories remain endlessly | |
| Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
| Or has time rewritten every line | |
| Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
| Can we, could we | |
| Memories, may we beautiful again, what' s too painful | |
| to remember, we simply choose to forget, so it' s the laughter | |
| We' ll remember, whenever, we' ll remember, the way we were |
| Memories, like the comers of my mind | |
| Misty water colored memories, of the way we were | |
| Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
| Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
| Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
| Or has time rewritten every line | |
| Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
| Can we, could we | |
| Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
| Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
| Looking back flipping through the pages, remembering the stages | |
| Of my status, emotional, | |
| I search for ways to unlock the matrix, | |
| This mystery is driving me through multiple stages of analyzing, | |
| I lost in my mind state this spot too hot, need ventilation, | |
| Facin' ill situations, I let imagination flow | |
| With extraterrestrial rhyme styles | |
| Causin' detrimental effects, before you can reflex | |
| I' m mentally in laundromat state, never flat rate, | |
| My mind infiltrated with lust deceit and mad papes, | |
| My soul is restless, when MC' s try to test this | |
| Then I have to kick this, hectic, kind of dialectic | |
| The illustrator verbalizing mental data | |
| Words fly , causin' craters, I' m reaching for the respirator | |
| Restlessly, but with nice entry, | |
| And memories remain endlessly | |
| Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
| Or has time rewritten every line | |
| Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
| Can we, could we | |
| Memories, may we beautiful again, what' s too painful | |
| to remember, we simply choose to forget, so it' s the laughter | |
| We' ll remember, whenever, we' ll remember, the way we were |
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