These walls have eyes
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Rows of photographs
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With faces like mine
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Who do we become
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Without knowing where we started from
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It's true
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I'm missing you
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And I stand alone
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Inside your room
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Everything that you made by hand
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Everything that you know by heart
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I will try to connect
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All the pieces you've left
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I will carry it on
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And let you forget
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I'll remember the years
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When your mind was still clear
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All the flickering lights
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They filled up this silent house
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One room
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Two beds
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In the closet hangs your favorite dress
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Good books that you read
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Are in pieces now
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The pages are shredded
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Everything that you made by hand
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Everything that you know by heart
|
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I will try to connect
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All the pieces you've left
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I will carry it on
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And let you forget
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I'll remember the years
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When your mind was still clear
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All the flickering lights
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That filled up this silent house
|
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Everything that you made by hand
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Everything that you know by heart
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All the names that you can't recall
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I will try to connect
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All the pieces you've left
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I will carry it on
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And let you forget
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I'll remember the years
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When your mind was still clear
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All the flickering lights
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That filled up this silent house
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Silent House
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| Crowded House |
