Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that
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are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them
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now -- displaced they're easily more safe --
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the worst of it now: I can't remember your face.
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Return.
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For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.
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The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll,
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and things get bent into shape...
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Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face.
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Return.
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You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,
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you were supposed to grow old.
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Return. You were supposed to return.
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Return
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| OK Go |
