Should I see you if you come around
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I'll pull my focus off the ground
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And nice to meet you if you make your rounds
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I most likely won't be found
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Even speaking now to hear the sound
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Of your voice brings me damage now
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There's a reason why we're leaving town
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It's moving on, starting now
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I was never once convinced
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I know I've left my fingerprints
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To wash away would not resolve a thing at all
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And our fantasy is so misunderstood
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But I know you did the best you could
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It's always easiest to turn your head and walk
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Because you know people always talk their talk
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Should I be surprised to see your face again
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Random glimpses now and then
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Here it is, we've been reduced to papers piled
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I'm no longer in denial
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I was never once convinced
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I know I left my fingerprints
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To wash away would not resolve, so the memory dissolves awaaaay
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Here's your mourning song
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I know the day seems long
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It's going to be okaaaaaay
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And tomorrows new
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But I'll think of you along the waaaaay
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Still incomplete
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But I hope to meet a stronger faaaaate
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Here's your mourning song
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I know the night seems long
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It's going to be okaaay--aaaaaay
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Morning Song (Mourning Song)
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| Umphrey's McGee |
