I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet
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I stroke your hear and blew away the dust your pale and fading stare
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where are you now? I don't really care you broke a lover's vow
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I found the tree our scratches in the rind
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I tried to read mossy names unsigned tiny letters hastily written down finally
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blue turns grey - margins fray but memories stay images do remain
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sentences stay the same plans get disarranged symbols changed
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I hope you've lost all the shots I hope you've torn them apart
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I hope you've burned all the words I wrote down - in believe
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wish I could wipe out the trace wish I could stop giving chase
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guess I could wipe out the trace guess I could stop giving chase
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turning around myself for too long I've lost what's going on
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banning all what's left in a chamber I feel fine keeping my head above water
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I survive still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart
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still too proud - to call your things great memories who are you now?
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I don't really care where are you now? I don't really care I walked the hill
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touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet
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guess I could wipe out your trace guess I could stop giving chase
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turning around myself for too long I've lsot what's going on
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still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart
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I'm looking forward to that day
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still too proud - to call your things great memories
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I deny don't want to glorify
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kissed your lips - they had the taste of drying wax
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badly surprised I turned away shut the door - having just left the rack
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seemed I had left the play smelt your scent - it put a neelde in my heart
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I wasn't ready for the fray
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Scratches In The Rind
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Sieges Even |