It was two years ago and it was yesterday
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It might not make sense
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But that's just the way it feels to me
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I'm as bad as an old washing machine
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Spinning 'round but I never get clean
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Don't you see
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'Cause baby, you're gone but you're like the wind
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Out of the calm you come back again
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Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
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Feels so real
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Inside I still got this breaking in my chest
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Don't feel like flesh, it feels like glass
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And glass shatters
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Oh, outside I'm not leather yet
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But these days I'm tougher than I ever thought I'd get
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Or ever wanna be and the heart of the matter
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Is baby, you're gone but you're like the wind
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Out of the calm you come back again
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Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart, oh
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Feels so real, feels so real
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Pulling down, Jupiter, would be much easier
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Swimming in the sky that would be a breeze
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Than finding a magic cure, help me remember
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You're nothing but a memory, yeah
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Baby, you're gone but you're like the wind
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Out of the calm you come back again
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Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
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Feels so real, feels so real
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It was two years ago and it was yesterday
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(Oh, it feels so real, oh)
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Might not make sense
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But that's just the way it feels to me
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Feels So Real
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