Some of them are changing day to day
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Some of them flicker then they fade
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Some of them are triggered off by any crazy thing
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Some of them are all that's left
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Some of them are just dead regrets
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Some of them are shining out through everything I see
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Some of them
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Some of them
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Some of them
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Some of them are brittle, some are sad
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Some of them are aching, some are glad
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Some of them are gone so long they're hard to recognise
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Stand close to the long parade
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Watch them passing by in their million ways
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Walk on through the evergreens
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Pass from scene to scene through all these yesterdays
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Some of them are friends just as they were
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Some of them are gentle, some can fret
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Some of them are crowding closer every passing year
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Some of them live in photographs
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Some of them still give me a laugh
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Some of them I've altered slowly as they're changing me
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Some of them
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Some of them
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Some of them
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Some of Them
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| Ultravox |
