There's a moment in my mind
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I scribbled and erased a thousand times
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Like a letter never written or sent
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These conversations with the dead
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I used to be a sentimental guy
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Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid
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I never thought so much could change
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Little things you said or did
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are part of me, come out from time to time
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Probably no one I know now would notice
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But I never thought so much could change
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You drifted far away
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Far away it seems
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Time has stopped, the clock keeps going
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People talkin' and I'm watching
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As flashes of their faces go black and white
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And fade to yellow in a box in an attic
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But I never thought so much
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Could change, now I don't miss anyone
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I don't miss anything
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What a shame cause I used to be a sentimental guy
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Sentimental Guy
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| Ben Folds |
