You only miss it when it's long gone
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You only hear it when it's our song
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These are the echoes of the dreamtime
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This is a message from another life
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This is a haunting of your own mind
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These are the echoes of the dreamtime
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You only miss it when it's long gone
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I've been waking the dead
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I've been leaning on tradition
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Trying to make amends with the dead
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Prayer candles that I burn at both ends
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Missed opportunities we won't share again
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I recognized in the touch of a friend
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That I am closer to the place I began
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And so far from where I want it to end
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You only miss it when it's long gone
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You only hear it when it's our song
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Keep looking up, 'cause it's a long way down
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Keep looking up, 'cause it's a long way down
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And now I'm walking with the dead
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An apparition trying to get ahead
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Bleed some pressure from this hole in my heavy head
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And there was high water everywhere
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Back teeth are swimming and I wished I cared
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My teeth are swimming and I wish that I cared
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You only miss it when it's long gone
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You only hear it when it's our song
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Keep looking up, 'cause it's a long way down
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Keep looking up, 'cause it's a long way down
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And I feel like making a confession
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Or running for the door
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If we could heal a little bit of this broken pride
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We might survive
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These are the echoes of the dreamtime
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This is a message from another life
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This is a haunting of your own mind
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These are the echoes of the dreamtime
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Walking The Dead
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| Sam Roberts |
