If memory was written down
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I'd cut it up and cross it out
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Coz memory holds the hurt inside
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all the pain and all the lies
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And you might think that past is through
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but the past goes right on through
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and memory holds the hurt inside
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Regret creeps up on you
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So puit your hand into my hand
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And baby we'll forget that life had even started before our hands had met
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Rated X
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| Spiritualized |
