Senses start to falter
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My vision is altered
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There's a blind wind running
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Through the trees
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My memories
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They deceive so cunningly
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With no reply
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With no reprieve
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I try to chase what I believe
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Into my mind
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Where I lie - that everything's fine
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But if I could...
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turn around
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And if I could...
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hear the sound
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And if I could...
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feel the ground
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falling beneath me
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I don't want to tell you goodbye
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But I don't want to tell you a lie
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This thing...
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This aching
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Tears my heart and
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Cuts me down to size
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I don't remember
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A time when things like this
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Weren't so amiss
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This abyss
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I can't believe I'm so naive to this.
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If I Could...
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| The Echoing Green |
