These things that we too soon forget
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Collecting dust...spider webs that grow and grow
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Till there's nothing left
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Except for shreds that you can't quite call evidence
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That I had a life before today
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See I forget things I associate with pain
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I thinks it's time that
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I start to look back on my life
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Sitting around watching things go
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These things that remind me of my home
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I don't want to be in doubt
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I don't need to know what this life's all about
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I just need to know for now
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Are you gonna be around
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When I need to find what I'm missing
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And I can't recall what it was I believed in
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Take me home, surround me with friends
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Take me home
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Forget
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