You're not so far away
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You're sitting in the space between the night and day
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And so I'll wait for the sound of your footsteps
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The tea that's brewed too strong
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The part of me that's waited patiently for oh so long
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At least I try
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But I'm relying
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On my photographic memory
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While painfully realizing
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It's not all that it's cracked up to be
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And falling's just another way to fly
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I wonder why it's never easier than
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The first time
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Photographic Memory
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| Emilie Autumn |
