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I don't mean to dwell
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But I can't help myself
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When I feel the vibe
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And taste a memory
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Of a time in life
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When years seemed to stand still
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I close my eyes
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And sink within myself
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Relive the gift of precious memories
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In need of a fix called innocence
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When did it begin ?
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The change to come was undetectable
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The open wounds expose the importance of
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Our innocence
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A high that can never be bought or sold
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Symbolic acts-so vivid
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Yet at the same time
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Were invisible
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Savor what you feel and what you see
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Things that may not seem important now
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But maybe tomorrow
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Do you remember when
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Things seemed so eternal
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Heroes were so real...
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Their magic frozen in time
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The only way to learn
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Is be aware and hold on tight
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I close my eyes
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And sink within myself
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Relive the gift of precious memories
|
In need of a fix called innocence
|
|
When did it begin ?
|
The change to come was undetectable
|
The open wounds expose the importance of
|
Our innocence
|
A high that can never be bought or sold
|
|
Symbolic acts-so vivid
|
Yet at the same time
|
Were invisible
|
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SYMBOLIC
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| Death |
