All alone in pink
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All the carpets fade to grey
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Amplifiers burst out the deal that I have made
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What's there to say I cannot say by myself?
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Thinking about writing it down seems pretentious
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And helplessness may be the word they nail to my name
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In a while
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Stupid memory
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Must you bring up these things?
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Stupid memory
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Can I forget all of that?
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All of that crap
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All embarrassment
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In addition to the talk
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In each crowded court there's a spot where I fall in love and short
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on public demand
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There are no words they can't hear
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Stupid memory
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Must you bring up these things?
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Stupid memory
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Can I forget all of that?
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All of that crap
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I think I forced a smile upon her mouth
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I know I dreamt that, hollowness aside
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everyone's a winner if the stadium is right
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But rarely anything good comes out
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Oh yo!
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Memory!
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Must you bring up these things?
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Only stupid words
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Make me forget all of that
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Stupid memory
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Can I forget all that crap?
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Stupid memory
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Can I forget all of that?
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Stupid Memory
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| Sondre Lerche |
